Friday, December 28, 2001

The battle in my stomach between the Shula’s 48-ounce steak and the multiple martinis has moved into high gear. Last night we (Sammy, Steve, Jim, Eric, Mark, Tim, and I) went to Shula’s Steakhouse for no real reason than to attempt to concur this reportedly massive hunk of cow. I have to say it was a little disappointing. Sure, it was big but a good twelve ounces of the cut was bone. Both Mark and I finished without any trouble even though Mark took crap from everyone about his lack of skill with a knife. The bus boy was busting his chops at one point for pushing his mushrooms all over the table. Don’t get me wrong, the evening was great and we had three servers constantly hovering around our table. I think some of the servers may have overheard more that they wanted but we were definitely an interesting crowd. I have to say that the main server hand stuffing our martini olives with blue cheese was a definite highlight. Such a motley crew is rarely treated to that level of service. Final Review; Service was excellent, Food was great, booze was well done, but the famous 48 ouncer was disappointing. As soon as Mark and I make the web wall of fame, I will post a link. I have set a reminder to stop by the restaurant next month to see if we made the physical plaque and if so I will have a picture. I hope they don’t confuse Mark and I because he got pretty brutal near the end. He kept asking when coach Shula would be dropping by the table and then lit into the non-football son who runs the restaurants. I think he may have been overserved. 12:00:00 AM    says you