A friend gave us a gift certificate to a steak-house for Christmas. We went this evening , which was a mistake. Never go out on a Thursday night. It tastes like mediocrity on a plate.
I started with a sad ceased salad. For the main course, I had half of a porterhouse with green beans. The beans tasted like patience, for lack of a better term. Imagine a kindergartner who is a good kid but truly hates school. The kid is being patient. That is what they tasted like.
This is why I do not eat out very often. It is hard to find food that makes me happy.