Cows aren't cuddly.

Actually, they kind of are. That sure doesn't stop them from being delicious though.
The wife found a restaurant with "panoramic" sea-side views in Del Mar to try our last night in San Diego. Knowing nothing of Del Mar even after staying there four days, we were thinking little shack, some booths, drunk locals after a day out surfing, good times. Actually, it turned out to be pretty nice, but thankfully not too nice that we couldn't eat there. Hence my delicious steak.

One of the specials that night was a kind of ray, which the waiter described as "buttery." I like seafood, but having spent that morning at Sea World and having spent time feeding the bat rays there, wasn't really in the mood to eat something I had positively interacted with earlier that day. Which made me feel like a bit of a hypocrite, to be honest. I've fed cows quite a bit, and besides the dead-eyed stare they can give you at times, really enjoyed the experiences. I don't recall ever eating steak directly after one of those experiences, but kind of have my doubts that I would feel the same way about the steak that I did about being offered ray.

Who would want to eat this?

Still, memories of that steak made biking just a little worse this morning. Thoughts of the warm open-air restaurant at sunset, the sound of the surf in the background, served to twist the knife that was temps in the 20's and snow that much more. It's Chicago. What did I expect?

Current beer-scale: 2.1 (a case of Longboard took care of that for a while, but I could drink)