My boyfriend started the Atkins diet and, I guess, so have I. Won't we be buff this summer at the lakefront in our speedos! Together with our friends, Ms. O and Mr. W, we have been dining at all the steak restaurants in Chicago. You know, all you can eat is MEAT, although I can think of better ways to get my protein. Ms. X has decided to share with all of you her critique of the restaurants we have visited in case your boyfriend decides to become an Atkinite. Here goes:
Smith & Wollenskys: FABU! What a piece of meat! Big, juicy and tasty. And that was just the waiter. The food too was excellent and we had a fabulous view of the river at night. How romantic. Ms. X would gladly endure the Atkins again to have that wonderful dining experience.
Wildfire: Tall, dark and handsome—that would be the restaurant. Chop salad was excellent. We all dined on the blue cheese crusted filets, yummy. I'm afraid Mr. W was ill that evening and missed a great meal. Ms. O looked ravishing though. Must go back.
The Palm: Like a one-night stand, OK in a pinch. The rib eyes were nourishing and filling, but forgettable like the wait staff. Mr. W was ill again but we planned our anniversary party with Ms. O across the big wooden tables.
Ruth's Chris: That boy's mama better teach him how to cook or hire some cuter waiters to distract the patrons from the throngs of tourists and breeders dragging their screaming young'uns into our great city. Ah well.
Gibsons: What is the deal with this restaurant? They surely can afford to fix the ceiling and give the place a fresh coat of paint at the prices they charge. Obviously owned by a bunch of straight guys who have no flair for style or taste—and that goes for the steaks as well. It was a wrestling match for the seasoning to make our food edible. Sorry you missed it, Mr. W threw his back out, you go Ms. O!
Argentina. I hear that the gauchos are better than the food and that the food is a big 10! I'll be looking forward to that and may have to leave the boyfriend home. All for now.
A special shout out to our friend Pearl Onion who is headed off to Albuquerque to search for the lost treasures of the Anasazi—Did you remember to feed the cat?
