PacNWBuff
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So there is 1 restaurant that is my go to place out here is Seattle. I try to eat here at least every couple of months (regardless of finances) because, simply put, it is the best steak I have ever had. All visitors (no veggies allowed) are taken here for a meal that will simply blow their minds. And the service, in 15-20 visits, has always been great (ask for Allen if possible).
I have noticed the first page of the menu before and where the steaks come from. I even made a few jokes that my steak was the best thing to come from Neb (http://www.themetropolitangrill.com/pdf/MetDinner0308.pdf). But to be honest, it never bothered me.
So I was there yesterday after work with my girlfriend (a Stanford grad who hates UN because simply because "that place just should not be an institution of higher learning"...and because I'm a Buffs fan) and I noticed a UN fan right when I walked in. He was not only wearing an UN shirt but also a hat as well. We walked by their party and I looked right into his eyes and said "Go Buffs" and turned and walked away. There was some random language that followed, but nothing that is worth repeating here.
Fate is wonderful. Their party, drunk as the day their parents/siblings conceived them, was sat next to us. Hank Ballcap, which was my girlfriend's instinctive name for our little friend, let us know within 20 seconds of opening the menu that we were eating Neb beef. Well Hank, that's the only worthwhile thing to ever come out of that state (I think I included some "adult" language in my response). Hank was not happy. He basically leaped out of his chair. "Leaped" is too dramatic of a word. He put his arm on his wife/sister and pushed himself up in several independent motions. He made his way over to our table and stopped.
This man was probably pushing 300 lbs. I am about 6'1 and maybe hit 200. My girlfriend is maybe 5'4 and (please note...weight not allowed to be estimated). She shot up out of her seat and said the following...."Listen you white trash piece of s**t. Sit the f**k down before I have your ass thrown in the only place your children will ever feel comfortable. Just so you know, BUD, that's jail"
Hank sat back down with his baby corn between his legs. A few moments later the UN group was asked to leave the restaurant for reasons we will never know. But we all "really" know why. And we never heard word on their walk out. (To be honest, they were waaaaay to drunk to be out and any group that drunk would be asked to leave a Chilis)
After dinner we went home and walked over to Kerry Park with a bottle of wine and I proposed. She said yes and said one of the best memories of this proposal was "me telling that trash to get out of our moment, even though I never knew we were having a moment". Anyway, this just proves life is better without that entire state and I cannot wait to train my kids to hate UN as much as Mom and I do!
Go Buffs and have a great weekend everyone!
(sorry about the long post, but this one had to shared...)
I have noticed the first page of the menu before and where the steaks come from. I even made a few jokes that my steak was the best thing to come from Neb (http://www.themetropolitangrill.com/pdf/MetDinner0308.pdf). But to be honest, it never bothered me.
So I was there yesterday after work with my girlfriend (a Stanford grad who hates UN because simply because "that place just should not be an institution of higher learning"...and because I'm a Buffs fan) and I noticed a UN fan right when I walked in. He was not only wearing an UN shirt but also a hat as well. We walked by their party and I looked right into his eyes and said "Go Buffs" and turned and walked away. There was some random language that followed, but nothing that is worth repeating here.
Fate is wonderful. Their party, drunk as the day their parents/siblings conceived them, was sat next to us. Hank Ballcap, which was my girlfriend's instinctive name for our little friend, let us know within 20 seconds of opening the menu that we were eating Neb beef. Well Hank, that's the only worthwhile thing to ever come out of that state (I think I included some "adult" language in my response). Hank was not happy. He basically leaped out of his chair. "Leaped" is too dramatic of a word. He put his arm on his wife/sister and pushed himself up in several independent motions. He made his way over to our table and stopped.
This man was probably pushing 300 lbs. I am about 6'1 and maybe hit 200. My girlfriend is maybe 5'4 and (please note...weight not allowed to be estimated). She shot up out of her seat and said the following...."Listen you white trash piece of s**t. Sit the f**k down before I have your ass thrown in the only place your children will ever feel comfortable. Just so you know, BUD, that's jail"
Hank sat back down with his baby corn between his legs. A few moments later the UN group was asked to leave the restaurant for reasons we will never know. But we all "really" know why. And we never heard word on their walk out. (To be honest, they were waaaaay to drunk to be out and any group that drunk would be asked to leave a Chilis)
After dinner we went home and walked over to Kerry Park with a bottle of wine and I proposed. She said yes and said one of the best memories of this proposal was "me telling that trash to get out of our moment, even though I never knew we were having a moment". Anyway, this just proves life is better without that entire state and I cannot wait to train my kids to hate UN as much as Mom and I do!
Go Buffs and have a great weekend everyone!
(sorry about the long post, but this one had to shared...)