Where's the beef?

John and I went on a date with Britney and her husband on Saturday. John got extra dressed up as he gelled his hair and even put on a bow tie.

 

We each ordered a hunk of beef (not that John's not hunky or beefy enough for me), and it arrived on a hot stone so each person could cook it to their satisfaction. Perfect.

All of the best restaurants make you wear bibs.