A few weeks ago, I had dinner at Smith & Wollensky. For those of you who have never read The Devil Wears Prada, Smith & Wollensky is one of the old-school steakhouses in New York city, meaning surly waiters and huge portions.
While we were ordering, the following conversation ensued:
Female Co-Worker: "Can I have the grilled chicken?"
Waiter: "Sure. A whole chicken, right?"
Female Co-Worker: "Um. No, I guess just half."
I listened to this and thought, "Wha??? A WHOLE chicken ?!?"
I wonder what happens when you order a lamb chop? I guess the steaks are already big enough so they don't offer the whole cow.
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Did I tell you I bought a side of beef? Well, about a third of a side? You can get a deal if you have a farm connection apparently.
Yeah, the last time I went to S&W I had a salad with bacon bits in it, and by "bacon bits" they meant "large chunks of pork the size of your fist."
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