Celebrating our anniversary last night we went to The Prime Rib, an outstanding, if sort of old and stuffy, restaurant in Baltimore. Waiters with tuxedos (and masks). We split a caesar salad-split Brussels sprouts- My wife had a pork chop which was excellent (I got a taste). I had steak au poivre, which was very good. Cooked perfectly and served with a roasted head of garlic and shaved raw horseradish.
She started with a pomegranate margarita. I started with a glass of Veuve Cliquot and then switched to a 2014 Rioja Reserva. Can’t tell you what label. Restaurant is pretty dark, and I forgot my reading glasses.
At another table a youngish couple. He had a massive slab of red meat. Drinking a white wine. I thought about calling 911 on him but resisted. His female companion, dressed nicely with a good amount of skin showing, had numerous tattoos including lots of numbers and letters. She looked like a telephone book and was only marginally more shapely.