We got a call over the weekend from the inlaws, saying they were at "the meat store" and asking if we wanted anything. Never one to turn down free meat, I said to pick us up some steaks.
"The meat store?" I asked. Don't they mean the butcher?
No, apparently they meant the meat store, b/c they were at a meat warehouse in the west loop that sounded absolutely crazy. And they came back with the best looking t-bones I've seen in a while, and some fatty looking ribeyes.
But they were still tasty, and I know to take it a little easier on the t-bones next time. Not a bad way to wrap up a weekend that included a trip to Thomas day and some day drinking on Saturday.
Current beer-scale: an unhappy Monday 8.4