On our drive up back to the Bay, my sister and I decided we should take the parentals out for dinner to celebrate their anniversary. I mean, 31 years is a long time. So we called the mother and she said she’ll eat anywhere (but Korean BBQ because dad hates having to cook for himself when we go out to eat). So we call the father and he kept saying it was up to us. That’s when we said “OK, KOREAN BBQ!!” And then he goes “American” but it’s not like we were going to take them to Applebee’s or whatever. We narrowed it to LB Steak. I love a good Rare + Ribeye, honestly. The marbelling of the fat and tender meat. NOMZ. Anyways, it’s always nice being able to sit down with my family and have dinner.
Steaks and shit.