Pat's sister Kathleen and her boyfriend Paul took the train in to stay overnight with us and celebrate Kathleen's birthday at Wolfgang's Steakhouse in Murray Hill. It was a magnificent feast. I skipped the bread and so my first treat was a hulking slice of Canadian bacon, I wish it had had more fat to soften it up a little but it was very good nonetheless. Then the main event showed up: filet, ribeye, and porterhouse, and roasted potatoes, and creamed spinach. I had requested the filet but it was the least good piece; the porterhouse was fantastic. I have been disappointed by many a creamed spinach but at Wolfgang's it was all I had hoped for. We gorged ourselves, and then in an act of masochism, we ordered a slice of cheesecake and a hot fudge sundae, each with a massive dollop of schlag. The cheesecake was the right consistency but the taste was a little salty, somehow. The sundae was decadent. The schlag was like a fat, heavy cloud that drifted down from heaven.
I ate way too much.
Still, I look eagerly forward to the leftovers.
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