Tuesday, May 18, 2010

My Favorite Restaurant

I recently ate there and came to that conclusion. Please note that I said "my favorite restaurant" and not "my favorite place to eat." I would feel strange calling Arby's a restaurant. Yeah, so I used the word "favorite." I'm prepared to back up my statement.

(French)-Canadian blood runs through my veins so I have a natural draw towards this steak house. The food is pretty good as well. Anyone will tell you though, presentation and atmosphere are just as important as the quality of the food. I could eat the best steak I've ever had, but if it's in a place with pop garbage blasting on the speakers and there are pictures of hairy naked dudes up on the walls, I'm not likely to revisit the establishment.

Let's discuss what you eat with. I had a salad. Don't freak out, it came with my steak. It was a wedge salad which, for those of you who don't know, is the manliest of salads. It's a quarter of a head of lettuce with dressing and bacon on it. And I'm not talking leafy lettuce. Oh no. This is the good stuff. Iceberg lettuce. Nothing but green, water, and crunch. No leaves. What makes the salad so manly you might ask? You absolutely have to use a knife to eat it. A salad that requires A KNIFE! This salad knows you're responsible, and it wants revenge! They don't give you just any knife there. I wielded a weapon the length of my forearm.

For a drink I merely had a water. I could have had something manlier like a beer or a mug of gravy but I just felt like ice water. In order to make sure I didn't feel any less like a man, Bugaboo made sure their cups are of thick glass with a handle. Why a handle? So I can make a fist while I'm drinking!

My steak was good. Tender, moist, and salty (but not in a bad way). The fries were good too.

Then there is the best part. Animatronic animals! There is a moose, a bison, and, during the holidays, a tree. If it's your birthday they bring out a puppet of a moose that you're allowed to get to first base with. One might think I would be into that. I do love puppets after all. I just don't feel comfortable doing it with everyone watching. It's like, it just loses the intimacy.

Bugaboo Creak = Pretty cool place to eat.

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