"... and on the way back you ask your waitress — the one with the tattoo of the meat cleaver on her grass-fed bicep — if she wants to go to a steakhouse on her night off."
A fine last sentence to an essay by Tom Junod called "The Death of the Entrée," published in the "Eat Like a Man" section of Esquire.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
"And then while your girl goes to the ladies', you go out front to smoke a cigarette..."
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food,
food and sex,
meat,
relationships,
smoking,
tattoos,
Tom Junod
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