Yes, yes! The meat eaters of the house had a convention this evening. We decided to hold it at one of the (nose up in the air, British accent) premiere steak house in SF.The steak wasn't the only delicacy that deserve praising at this location. The bread...oh the bread, smothered in butter. Words cannot do justice for the fresh bread.
While we decided to be "bourgie" and eat at a fancy restaurant, old habits died hard. I definitely needed Orbitz because my mouth was FILTHY. Hopefully the older couples sitting adjacent to us was not able to hear half of the conversation. It was topics that Miss Manners would get out of her grave and slap us across the face for. I guess you no matter how hard you try, you can't get rid of my potty mouth.
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