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| - When I die, I'm pretty sure I won't be going to heaven, which is why I come here, for their warm butter cake.
I don't have drinks.
Or appetizers.
And I don't eat one of their signature cuts of beef.
Only the warm butter cake.
This cake is served on an oval platter.
And on this platter is a six-inch long, two-inch thick, oval shaped butter cake cooked to golden browned perfection.
Also on the platter is a small lake of warmed caramel sauce, a generous dollop of freshly whipped cream, and a scoop of softened, french vanilla ice cream.
In concert with all its accoutrements, each mouthful of this buttery delight will have you looking forward to the next with so much enthusiasm, you'll find yourself shiftily speeding your shoveling gait so as to out-consume your date by at least a five spoonful margin.
I say forget all those other useless calories from drinks and entrees and shoot your entire calorie wad on a dessert so sumptious, it's likely the nearest thing to heaven you'll ever experience.
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