First of all, let me say that...I'VE GOT TO GET ME ONE OF THESE!!! Of course, I'm thinking that there probably isn't a hope in hell of finding a martini bar supplier in Switzerland - not to mention the hopelessness of finding a supplier of crushed ice (maybe one of those melting glaciers???) - so I'll probably have to hold off on the home version of Gridley's martini bar for at least a couple more years.
I actually skipped the martini (didn't need to compound the jet lag), but I did go for the 24 oz. porterhouse with a few jumbo shrimp. Oh...and I had it the way I like to eat steak: with a BIG knob of butter melted on top of it. Naturally, I had to consider my health, so I also ate all of my vegetables.
But the calories didn't stop there.....NO!!! I also ordered a slice of cheesecake the size of a brick. I wanted to share my dessert with Jo Mama the mama-in-law, but she said she didn't want any. Since I was unsuccessful trying to force-feed her, I was "forced" to eat the whole thing myself. Yup! The whole...damn...thing!!! What choice did I have? Buuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurp!
The bro/sis-in-law were there too. What? You thought I was there alone with Jo Mama and sitting on the same side of the booth with her? Wow...that's sick!After dinner, I rode home with Jo Mama and then collapsed in the guest bed in a snoring, drooling, and farting heap.
God Bless America!
