Fight Club gathered last night as we are wont to do on Firefly Sundays; we’d grown in numbers over the months, but last night, it ended up just being the founding members.
It was my choice last night since so naturally, I opted for dead animal. We were all feeling pretty good, especially since we just got paid on Friday — hence the call for steak.
The Outback in this country is a lot like home with a few minor details. Well, for one thing, when we got there at about 6:00 PM, the place was empty. It was kinda cool having an English speaking staff, though.
We were seated in a balconey area, a bit secluded from the rest of the patrons. We joked that they were embarassed by us, which I don’t deny, and that’s why we got the “special” arrangements; but truly, I was glad of it. It was like having our own private dining area.
What is it about Outback Steakhouses that insist on playing music from high school? I couldn’t help but bust up laughing because when we were all together in Schaumburg, the same thing kept happening.
I can’t remember what all happened. We ordered ourselves a Blommin’ Onion (come on, people, it’s a freaking deep fried onion! How could we not?) and some other appetizers that included ribs. This obviously meant that Jacob had to put two of the bones in his mouth like a sabertooth tiger. Who wouldn’t?
Mike had ordered this yogurt kind of drink that also served as an excellent dipping sauce for the steak bits. Silly me.
Needless to say, there was a lot of laughter had by all. I daresay it was even hijinxish and tomfooleryesque.
Good food. Good friends. Good times.
I felt like I was at home.
