On Saturday night, Will and I were back in the city for a triple-date (tri-date!) with Robert, Sue Hee, Tuttle and Susan. Tuttle apparently has some strong feelings about couple dates, so it was a fun "surprise" for him to show up and realize that it was a tri-date. Ha!
The site of the tri-date was the infamous House of Prime Rib. Yes, it's true, it's taken me this long to finally make it for dinner at this superfantastic beef institution. HPR is old-school in it's steakhouse atmosphere and service, with the prime rib carved at your table. I was in heaven.
The prime rib cart:
Carlos, the prime rib carver, making the magic happen:
As Tuttle stated "That man has a PhD in Deliciousness".
I didn't finish my salad, I didn't eat the dinner bread, and managed to have the perfect amount of food for dinner without feeling overstuffed. Success!
After dinner, we mosey-ed down to Martuni's for some post-dinner drinks. First mistake. Second mistake was participating in ro-sham-bo drinking games. Apparently, I suck at ro-sham-bo drinking games. Third mistake...fernet.
Robert's face pretty much sums up fernet:
Dinner was wonderful, post-dinner drinks were fun if not sketchy, and the next day can be summed up in one statment "my head no feel good". Remind me never to play ro-sham-bo with Tuttle.
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