Dinner and the Theater...what more could a girl ask for?

Dinner at the Met was all that we could think about for two weeks. We loved the food when we were there a few years ago and knew that one day we would make it a priority to go again. All that I have to say is BUMMER!!! I ordered a peppercorn steak. It sounded absolutely fabulous. I saw waiters carrying this entree past my table and I was sure that I would love, love, love it!!!
I didn't. I guess if you like a whole entire bottle of peppercorns (not an exaggeration) not only in the sauce but embedded in your beef then this is the steak for you. After two bites I knew I was not in love and it was devastating. This love affair with the Met was suddenly over. Our waiter graciously offered to bring me another meal. I felt horrible asking for something else. After all the waiter had warned me after taking my order, "Do you like hot peppery food?" Of course I do, and all the images of peppery foods that I love and crave filled my mind...green chile; chile rellenos; salsa made with habenoros. My tastebuds glory in hot stuff I thought. Ha! Ha! Ha! waiter take that! I live for hot peppery foods! He didn't tell me that the Met uses at least 1/2 cup of full peppercorns as the spice for "aged" beef. So, when I turned him down on ordering something else, he graciously suggested that he atleast take the meat to the kitchen, wash off the peppers, and then regrill it. That would suffice. When he returned, there was my slab of meat laying solo on a clean white plate. I eagerly cut a slice of the steak and slipped it into my mouth. It had not been grilled, just scrubbed clean of any indication that a peppercorn had once been embedded into the meat. What I tasted was something like a soured dishtowel smells like. Okay...so, now I learn that I am not too crazy about aged beef, which the waiter also informed us that the Chef had proudly aged 39 days. I had no idea what that meant. It sounded so "chefy" so Food Network expertise like. So, now I am stuck with a meal that costs more than I make an hour. Who knew that Louie loves aged beef? I told him that I would proudly serve him aged dish towel but it would take me a month to get it to its prime. He just laughed and smiled at me. The waiter asked if we would like to look at dessert. We agreed to apple pie jubilee. Whoa! talk about delicious. Yum! Yum! So, the Met redeemed its good name with dessert and we were off to see RENT.
RENT...Louie looked at me and informed me that I was fired from Broadway musical selection. Need I say more? It was a bit of a stretch for us.
So dinner and the theater--Yes! September El Gaucho and WICKED.