56 oz Del Monico's Porterhouse
Saturday, January 28, 2006 by eric yang
I'm beefed out. No more. My new resolution for the remainder of this year is to refrain from red meat in any form or fashion. Well, at least restrain myself to only having it once a month because by god if I go about attacking another steak as large as the last two I've had I might good and well kill myself.
Last night I was at this restaurant called Del Monico's downtown near Wall Street for their take on Restaurant Week 2006 and though the food was good and the steak scrumptious to a mouth watering 't', I found myself in remorse this morning as I realized that I had consumed the greater part of a cow the evening before. The drinks, dessert and again drinks that followed it were no help to the matter. Nothing heavy, just a steady flow of good spirits and good company as our group of people shrunk from dinner's 6 to 3 then blasted back up to 8 at this bar called, "Scratchers" One of the only one's I"ve been in that's allowed smoking. Sort of reminded me of good ol' Knoxville, TN.
Well this morning I thought to myself "First things first" and dove into the fridge. I ate three oranges to 'assist' the ol' bod with some antioxidants (i'm all about the anti-o's), then as I sat there in my post citrus consuming explosion I thought to myself what it is I enjoy so much about eating...
Is it my seemingly endless metabolism? Which I'm most confident is going to one day pack up and head south leaving me nothing but a ginormous appetite and a 400 pound gluteous maxmiass. Nah, I think it's just my taste buds which preempt every other single function on my body - including the will to breathe. I can back that up with a story as I once found myself having dinner at my friend Tim's condo and confronted with crossroads: "more bratwursts" or "more air"... i chose the path of beef. Not a cunning plan.
Well, I've gotta head out - off to dinner.
p.s. I apologize I don't have a picture of the steak, it wasn't a venue where breaking out a camera to take a picture of my fu&*^% huge steak would've been, ahem, appropriate. Not to say I didn't snap off a covert shot of the restaurant as we left...
Last night I was at this restaurant called Del Monico's downtown near Wall Street for their take on Restaurant Week 2006 and though the food was good and the steak scrumptious to a mouth watering 't', I found myself in remorse this morning as I realized that I had consumed the greater part of a cow the evening before. The drinks, dessert and again drinks that followed it were no help to the matter. Nothing heavy, just a steady flow of good spirits and good company as our group of people shrunk from dinner's 6 to 3 then blasted back up to 8 at this bar called, "Scratchers" One of the only one's I"ve been in that's allowed smoking. Sort of reminded me of good ol' Knoxville, TN.
Well this morning I thought to myself "First things first" and dove into the fridge. I ate three oranges to 'assist' the ol' bod with some antioxidants (i'm all about the anti-o's), then as I sat there in my post citrus consuming explosion I thought to myself what it is I enjoy so much about eating...
Is it my seemingly endless metabolism? Which I'm most confident is going to one day pack up and head south leaving me nothing but a ginormous appetite and a 400 pound gluteous maxmiass. Nah, I think it's just my taste buds which preempt every other single function on my body - including the will to breathe. I can back that up with a story as I once found myself having dinner at my friend Tim's condo and confronted with crossroads: "more bratwursts" or "more air"... i chose the path of beef. Not a cunning plan.
Well, I've gotta head out - off to dinner.
p.s. I apologize I don't have a picture of the steak, it wasn't a venue where breaking out a camera to take a picture of my fu&*^% huge steak would've been, ahem, appropriate. Not to say I didn't snap off a covert shot of the restaurant as we left...
