I have experienced a lot of tasty steaks in my life. What meal stands out?
The sit-down dinner on my first night in Daytona Beach, spring break '87, comes to mind. After a 24-hour bus ride of prepackaged snacks, wine coolers, and fast food, the girls and I wanted a nice meal. We walked the strip and found a sit-down restaurant.
I don't remember the name of the place, and being a group of teenage girls fresh off a bus, it couldn't have been high-end. Being underaged, it could very well have been just a diner or at best, a family restaurant. All I can really remember was getting a steak, potato, salad, and garlic mushrooms. Possibly a Coke. I ate every last bite.
Tired and hungry are usually recipes for a meal hitting the spot. But also, at 17, there was the power of choice. In Daytona Beach, away on my own for the first time, I got a say in where we were going, deciding what to order, and knowing I was picking up the check.
A taste of independence in more ways than one.
I haven't lost my preference for steak, either. It is my go-to order when dining out. I'll get a ribeye, a strip, prime rib, pot roast, medallions, or even a porterhouse if I wear my eatin' pants.
Then again, I've been known to order the fish.
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