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Date: 22 February 2005 23:31:28
Last night saw the monthly instalment of the Steak Club. We came to a grand total of 8 last night. There was myself and the lovely one, my colleague HE and his lovely wife Mrs HE, Another colleague but non floorie The Boy and his girlfriend PTM who herself also works at the House of Chops, the Rainbow Connection was also in attendance and the final was another floorie Hava. There was to be 9 of us but DeNiro another floorie mysteriously did not turn up. But he does have a tribe of kids and was playing Mr Mum yesterday so him not turning up may have came from that.
We joined at the Shield for P.D.D (pre dinner drinks) meeting in the same location every month. In the front bar which for some reason saying front bar makes me giggle like a little schoolgirl. One of the benefits of dining at the Shield on a Tuesday is that it is 2 for 1 night. I had my regular rib fillet medium well with mushroom sauce and baked potato and salad. I have the same thing every month so as to be able to give the most level playing field. One of the goals of the club is being able to compare the best pub steak in our fair city. So how did the shield rate? Not so good. It wasn't bad but it wasn't the best. The steak was overcooked and quite dry. The baked potato was small and nothing special. The salad was also not anything out of the norm. The sauce seemed commercial and not up to the standard I have come to expect. It was definitely not the worst meal I have ever had but I have had a lot better.
The conversation varied from the recent travels of R.C in the motherland. To various comments on the recent obscure news stories. We also discussed trashy television shows. For some reason it is quite magnetic to the floories. I firmly believe that it would be cool to have psychological profiles down of the floories. We have an interesting group very different but very much the same. One thing in our office all you have to do is sing a line from the musical and then the others will pick it up and keep singing. No major gossip or anything came out of steak club. Except the boys had the cast reading for a short film they are working on. The office has turned into a production office on quiet days with script meetings and story boarding. We all left around 9.20 and nearly walked out without paying. Every other month we have paid as we ordered but it was table service last night. A few of us were close to the door and freedom when I heard faintly “Chops” and then realised I was about to abscond without paying. But thankfully emergency diverted and all is safe in the world.
Till next time remember steak is your friend,
Chops