September 27, 2005
My steak was perfection. I have such a hard time getting restaurants to actually grill my steaks well done (that means no pink anywhere!), so it was nice to have a chef who cooked it as I requested. All four of us were completely happy with our steak choices, and we ate until we could eat no more. While finishing our drinks, we chatted with the server, who, it turned out, was getting married the following weekend. He was a little frazzled by the planning, but we assured him from experience that the wedding itself always goes better than the planning. Although he had many fabulous desserts to offer, we were so full that we had to pass. After all that beef, it was time for a moonlit walk along Lakeshore Drive, a great way to end a great meal.
From journal Weekend in Chicago