Thursday, July 10, 2008

As you may or may not be aware, Monday was our one year anniversary. Tonight, Lindsay had arranged a special something for my present. I had no clue what it was. Well, at 6:00 a limo pulled up to our house and whisked us away to downtown.

We had dinner at Brasa, otherwise known by us as "Meat On A Stick." It was really good, and in the end, we both surrendered to the meat. We couldn't eat any more. Except of course for dessert.

They had a total of 16 different kinds of skewered meat, including but not limited to bacon wrapped filet mignon, lamb chops, pork ribs, sausages, pork loin, top sirloin, parmesan encrusted filet, prime rib, bacon wrapped turkey breast, leg of lamb, beef short ribs, and others that we didn't even get to try because we had to turn them away. On top of that they had a "salad" bar that contained far more non lettuce items, like shrimp, cod, and pasta.

Needless to say, we were stuffed. On the ride back we went through Bratenahl and saw were Kenny Lofton used to live. We also saw RIDICULOUSLY sized estates. I commented to Lindsay that you'd not only need a butler and a maid, but their entire families also.

When we got home, we still had some time left on our limo, so we took our neighbors out for a ride.

Living the life. Oh yeah. We're high rollers.

4 comments:

Plang said...

Brasa sounds like a Brazilian place. We have a number of them around here and they are good. Did it have the little block of wood with green on one side and red on the other? If you have the green side up the servers keep bringing the food around; the red side up lets them know to pass on by. You take a little breather, let out the belt a notch, and then go back to it.

boilerdowd said...

Tim, we all know that's not the first time you "surrendered to the meat."

e said...

Seriously, ryan, I can't believe he wrote that!

J Money said...

I should hope Lindsay had "a special something" planned for your anniversary!

Surrendering after having skewered meat.... sounds like you've spent time in prison, son.

And finally, if I had time left on a limo, I'd take my wife for a different kind of "ride."

Oh yeah! *high fives no one*