The "Enjoying the Holiday Weekend", edition.

Good Monday morning?  How have you been?  Me, I haven't been feeling well lately. When I went to my checkup the previous week I was fine. Of course within days after, I started feeling punky. I'd get light headed when I stood up, was weak, felt slightly nauseous and had little to no appetite. At least I wasn't running a fever. That's like doom and gloom in a person with End Stage Renal Disease (ESRD). Anyway. I didn't have time to be sick. Brian's birthday was on Friday, September 4 and then on Sunday, l was hosting the dinner for my seniors. Let's start with Brian's birthday. All week long I was too weak  to function but I needed to shop and go to the bank. I did manage to go to the bank. I needed $$$ to pay  for Brian's dinner and pick up some food for Sunday. 

On Friday I rested all day hoping I'd have the energy to take Brian out to dinner. He wanted to go The Golden  Steer. The restaurant is in a nondescript strip mall just west of the north end of the strip. I'd noticed it when we drove down the street and wondered about it. I looked it on Yelp and it had good reviews and mentioned it to Brian. When I asked Brian where he wanted to go for his birthday dinner he suggested The Golden Steer. I was surprised, but sure, why not. I made the reservations. At 5:00 Friday Brian, Dad and I showed up at The Golden Steer. The meager strip mall parking lot was full and we saw people heading into the restaurant. We go inside and and I stepped back in time!  

For my friends in Detroit, this restaurant was Carl's Chophouse on steroids!   The size of restaurant was deceiving from the outside. It was huge. When you first entered, there was a ginormous bar and bar area. The hostess  took our name, checked for our reservation and lead us into the next room. Giant booths with plush leather like seats. Each booth was named for someone who'd sat there. We were in the Sam Boyd booth,  you know. Boyd gaming. Think downtown casinos. Or Samstown on Boulder. Other booths we noticed were Frank Sinatra and Sammy Davis, Jr.  

As soon as we were seated, we  were greeted by our tuxedo'd headwater, Fabian.  It was obvious that Fabian had oodles of experience. He took our drink orders and another waiter served them. The bread was brought the to the table immediately. We ordered our food. You know, the wonder of the Internet is you can peruse the menus before you ever walk into a restaurant. And yes, my dad does that also.  We walked in knowing what we wanted. We'd even discussed how this was going to go. Knowing steakhouse portions, Dad and I were going to order the small steaks, a potato and share a salad. Well that didn't happen.   I walked into that fabulous steakhouse, ordered a petit filet mignon, 8 oz, butterflied, and a baked potato. And I HAD ABSOLUTELY NO APPETITE. Dammit. I opted out of the salad knowing I'd had trouble trying to eat the steak. Dad ordered the petit filet mignon with a twice baked potato. And the birthday boy had prime rib and creamed spinach. That creamed spinach is real old school!!!  

While waiting for the food to come, I felt lightheaded. I needed to recline, so I went to the car for a few minutes. As soon I got there, Brian sent me a text that the food had arrived. Of course. I made my way back.  The head waiter was waiting for me. I sat down, he lifted the cover of the plate to reveal the most perfect looking filet mignon.  And he waited for me to taste it to make sure it was to my liking!  Lol. That was the most difficult bite of my life. I wasn't hungry. At all. But I tasted it. And it was delicious. And I was pissed because I just didn't want it. During the meal, the hostess and the other waiter expressed concern that I wasn't eating. I assured them the food was fine, it was just me. The other waiter eventually boxed up my steak and potato. In all I had 2 bites of bread and you know it was that fresh baked warm bread where the butter melts immediately, 1 bite of potato and 1 bite of steak. <sad face>.  At least I didn't pass out. 

Brian and Dad finished off their meals. Dad ate all of his steak and potato.  Lol  for  an 89 YO, he's got a fine appetite. Brian had some prime rib left.  And the restaurant brought him out a slice of cheesecake with a Roman candle on to for his birthday. Yes. A Roman candle.  Lol that thing sparked for 45 seconds!!  Rofll.  What I would have like to have had was the Caesar salad prepared at the table and to finish off my meal with Cherries Jubilee, also prepared table side. You know that means I have to go back!  I forgot to mention that the Martinis we saw served were in largest martini glasses I've seen and the shrimp the shrimp cocktail seems as big as my head!  

Well that enough for today. This is along entry. I'll just have to relay the senior end of summer dinner tomorrow, but you know a good time was had by all!  Have a great holiday. And eat some. Fresh tomatoes for me!!!!

Our waiter. You know he's been around a long time if I find his photo when I search for photos for the restaurant!!!

The birthday "candle".