Morton's the Steakhouse

Tonight I am dining at the restaurant I am also employed with. My parents asked me where I wanted to go, and I said, " There!!!". This is their present for me for my birthday dinner. Every year they either take me out for dinner, or my mother cooks for me. It seems stupid still because I am 27, but I'll only be twenty8, and I am single, and I like eating especially for free. I love my family. It wasn't always the case, it had to be earned on both sides, which made it strong and withstanding. It's not just us, which thickens the plot a bit. It is my best friend, his wife and children and parents. So it will be like eating thanksgiving dinner, at the nicest steakhouse that exists. If you haven't gone, I suggest you go. But please don't think of it like you would a swank artsy fancy shmancy place that didn't have any food better then Jim Dandy or Longhorn. Our food is very simple. We use the best ingredients, and produce simple dishes. We have steak on plate, it's our best seller in fact. I will most likely, one day delve into the subject I so lightly brushed just now, my feelings on those that dine out.  I am just very excited to eat an incredible meal with many of those dearest to me. I feel lucky, but more so humbled. For as long as I can remember, humility has been my feeling every time I am celebrated, which are few and far between. Mostly, I don't expect any pomp with minimal circumstance, and become embarrassed when seen feeling true and absolute joy. Not tonight though, tonight I dine out with the largest of appetites, and eager woe knowing that it will come to an end. Just like this post.