Like I said, I’m a meat eater. I like myself some dead animal and I was particularly excited when I got the chance to take one of the ladies that I have been a big fan of for a while to one of my “go-to” spots for a nice dinner… I went to Taylor’s Prime Steakhouse in Los Angeles, knooowwwwnnn for being one of the best steakhouses in LA for the better part of the last 50 years. I ordered the dinner cut of the prime rib, which is the hearty hunk of mammal you see above you right there. I have been an avid carnivore for the last 25 years of my life. I’m whats known as an eaters eater, and what happened last night is just unacceptable I think. So, here goes …. I didnt finish my dinner. I dont have an after photo because i was startled. It may be because I am getting older, it may be because I just didnt have it last night, but to me I felt like I failed in life, failed at dinner last night. I guess its not that big of a deal, but for me, its a big deal. Maybe I should rethink this whole not being a vegan thing. I dont know if my stomach is getting smaller. I guess thats a good thing. I might wear black for a year straight.
The food was incredible by the way. I love that place.