We celebrated my birthday a few days early at the Metropolitan Grill, a famous steakhouse in Seattle. We went to this restaurant the same night Mike asked me to marry him and now, ten years and two kids later, we came back to say happy birthday to me and devour the best steaks in town.
We waited in the small lounge area for a long time which gave me an opportunity to ogle the steaks in the glass steak fridge. And listen to how many people were making Flinstone’s jokes about the long bone-in prime rib.
I noticed how casually people were dressed. I had worn a dress and heels and forbade Mike from wearing his Seahawks jersey even though MANY people were in Seahawks sweatshirts, jerseys, mesh racer-back t-shirts and almost everyone was wearing jeans. Maybe it made me look like I never get out at all, a fancy dress is what I thought would be appropriate for a fine steak house while many people looked like they could also go to a monster truck rally. When we walked in and saw all the sportswear, Mike shot me a look like, “Oh, I guess we can’t wear that here, HUH?!”
Our reservation was at 7:15 but we weren’t seated until about 8PM. They were very apologetic when we were seated. By that time, I was already imagining that every name the server was calling was mine. The hunger and steak watching were getting to me. To make it up for the late seating, they gave us a free crab leg cocktail. We accepted the crab leg apology!
I loved the long wine menu and finding the most expensive wine on the page, like the $3K bottle of Cristal. Which I wouldn’t be able to afford ever, only in my fantasies where I’m sipping this out of a glass while I’m in an ’80s limo that has a pool in the back. My bangs would be aquanet high and my tube top bikini would be a bright mutant pink.
That’s why I can’t be in a fancy restaurant or rap video, even my fantasies are outdated.
I drank a delightful pear lemon drop with a slice of pear in the glass. Though it wasn’t cheap, I didn’t need to take out a mortgage to place the order. I’m looking at you CHAMPAGNE!
We shared lobster mac and cheese with large cuts of lobster meat embedded in the cheesy, creamy goodness. Better than any mac and cheese I’ve ever had and certainly better than any mac and cheese I’ll ever make for my kids. It’s out of the box until you get a job and buy your own mac and cheese, kids!
Mike chose a New York strip loin, medium well. I was afraid he was going to get it well-done because that is a midwestern thing to do.
I had thought I wanted the long bone-in steak (which was $150) but I was so happy with my steak. I went all out with a 38-oz porterhouse, medium rare. Go big or go home! Or go home big! I love my steaks pink and bloody. It was the size of my face and I had to remind myself that I was in a fancy restaurant, not a Chuck E. Cheese’s where it would be okay to put my face on the plate to see if it really was the same size. Plus, I had only one drink and one drink does not give me enough courage to measure it out and yell at my husband, “TAKE A PICTURE BABE!”
HAPPY AND STEAK DRUNK.
For dessert, I chose the cherries jubilee and it was gorgeously prepared, even though my husband wanted to talk about wine and I just happened to capture what sounds like dirty talk.
I had a great night celebrating me: The best reason to celebrate. Even though there were a few drunk women who kept high-fiving each other after each cackle and the doors were blocked off by 49 fans who didn’t understand how doors work, the night was perfect. There was fanfare, actual fire, and flowers thanks to my husband, plus about 30 ounces of porterhouse that is now in my fridge, waiting for me to take it out and relive one of the best dinners I’ve had in a long time.