Confessions of an addict: We spent $150 at BLT Steak in order to procure their free appetizer. Thank you, Best Thing I Ever Ate obsession.
|It Takes a Lot of Cash to Get Something for Free in This Town|
When we manage to arrive at BLT Steak (for our self-induced early-bird special, as we refuse to begin dinner post-6:00pm), Ginger is dolled up in a dress and heels that causes Vodka to inquire about her wardrobe choice.
"This is my steak outfit," she explains, evidently now theming her outfits based on our dining locale, a regular Sandra Lee.
|Complete with a Steady Stash of Semi-Homemade Cocktails|
We are only mildly cheap.
|And Mildly Ravenous|
|With the Cocktail List Staying Cuddled Up to Ginger for the Whole Meal|
Speaking of the busboy, Vodka has already had an uncomfortable interaction with him, as he had witnessed her complaining about the pillows that decorate BLT Steak's booths, which Vodka finds to be a nuisance. "Do you need me to remove that for you?" the busboy asks after Vodka can be seen performing contortions in order to make the pillow useful. If one's sanity can be judged by treatment of a throw pillow, Vodka is not on the winning end of crazy.
Anyway, as we sip our drinks, we receive a gelatin-laden pate-like appetizer with crunchy slices of bread. We stare at the dish blankly, each thinking the same thing:
|These Better Not Be the Popovers|
When the popovers eventually arrive, we know on sight that we are in the presence of a 5-star food. Gargantuan and warm, they are served with country butter and a gallon of salt to self-sprinkle. Said salt becomes an issue when Vodka manages to consume most of the container ("The problem is I can't see it," she says, due to the camouflage nature of salt-on-white popover).
|Vodka Trying to Create Her Own Personal Salt Lick|
|The Grand Canyon of Popped Dough|
|Non-A Little Mermaid Caesar Salad|
|But Cheap Carnivores Can't Complain about Their Choices|
|Good Enough to Mask the Taste of Penny-Pinching Cuts of Meat|
|Akin to the Thursday Special at Your High School Cafeteria|
|Dessert Unfortunately Does Not Come with a Side of Popovers|
|Now Would Be the Time to Develop a Thievery Superpower|
|Talk Salty to Me|
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate