Now it can be told. Over the past few months I have had a secret craving for steak. Like a vampire. Which was inconvenient since I spent the last ten years as a vegetarian who eats fish.
So on Saturday night, Brian took me to Keen's Steakhouse and I ordered a New York sirloin. He got the famous mutton chop.
And I loved it. I was like a golden retriever in the cab ride home. Bright-eyed, excited about everything. Brian! Leftovers (in a cold meat salad below)! The wind! The FDR! Keys!
On Sunday we went to the original Coney Island Nathan's, where in 1982 or so, my dad lost his wallet and a nice old lady found it and called us the next day. So I have always associated Nathan's with New York miracles.
I ate two hot dogs. It was heaven to be back.
All of you have gone out of your way for me when it comes to opening your home to this Irisher who didn't eat meat, and I thank you so much for your kindness. And I have to say this: Since our first date at Grange Hall in January 2001, Brian has scanned menus to make sure I have choices and never complained about us not going to steak houses. Or Argentina. He is the best and I would appreciate any of your recipes for keep-a-man meals that I can make to thank him.
Wow, Kevin! So is this change permanent?
Posted by: Wendy | October 01, 2009 at 02:29