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| - They warned me and I refused to listen. BIG MISTAKE. Major pwnage.
I wasn't exactly in the mood for seafood, so my eyes went directly to the prime rib on the menu. The waiter gave me a mind-boggling look and said "are you sure now? It's quite a huge portion". Looking at the price, it was only $30, so I thought I'd be getting a 12-16oz. I gave him a look of confidence and with a prideful smile, I told him it'll be a piece of cake.
Boy was I wrong.
When they brought the dish over, he attempted to be funny and said "here you go, Mrs. Flinstone". Normally, I would've taken that as an insult, but I was too shocked to even respond to his smartass remark. I was floored. My medium rare slab of prime rib took up my entiiiiire side of the table at about 2 1/2 inches thick. O_O!! I didn't know what to do with it! I even offered half of it to the table behind us full of hungry men that were dumbfounded at the sight of my dish. All but 3 bites was boxed up. It was the first time I failed to finish meat at the table. I wanted to curl up in the corner and cry.
Michelle - 0, Prime Rib - 1.
All jokes aside, I found the meat to be pretty flavorful and it was cooked perfectly. I also tried my friend's lobster tail and THAT was delish. If you're not fan of rare fish, remember to ask them to fire your plate a lil longer because the salmon and the sea bass came out a tad undercooked. I loved the tropical rain forest vibe to the place and the service was phenomenal...even though they made me feel like a total heffer. I think it was just his way of rubbing it in that there was no possible way, even if all the divine forces of the Earth came together, that I could have finished that prime rib and he had given me a fair warning.
I'll come back, but I know when to accept defeat. I will challenge the prime rib no more.
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