After visiting J & R to return one cell phone and get another (to be covered later), Jerry, Ildi, and I went to Les Halles for my birthday dinner. The restaurant is run by chef Anthony Bourdain when he is not writing or traveling on TV. The butcher’s case that greets you when you enter immediately tells you to order the beef. As soon as a waiter walks buy with fries on a tray, you know that steak fritte (or perhaps steak tartare) is the only sensible order.
The steak, fries, and a very reasonably priced Rioja were all magnificent. It was a very nice relaxing birthday. You all are still invited to buy me Guinesses throughout the week, though. I’m already about a dozen shy of my average for year three two.
On a side note, acceptable topics of conversation at my birthday dinner: electronics, beer, whiskey, movies, books, and traveling. Unacceptable: rings, marriage, and babies. Not that I am not interested in these things, just not on the day when I am feeling old. Talking to me about babies on my birthday is like singing the praises of being in the Army to a draft dodger, only much more likely to get a fork jammed into your adam’s apple. Luckily for Jer and Ildi, I love them both very much and took out my anger on the beef.
On another side note, calling me a “grup” will also get a utensil in your neck.
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