Our quarterly dinner-out is more than 15 years running and still cosmic. It always starts with a Martini shaken, not stirred … my friend’s with an olive (an abomination), mine with a twist (sublime). The conversation commences awkwardly – the subject must find its own way to the surface without our help. Suddenly, we’re on our way to the table, the Wine List, and dry-aged enlightenment. Wine ordered, the game is afoot. This is where the subject wields its power as it rises up and commands the night. Five hours later we’re so full of ourselves from steak, wine, and bogus insights on life, love, friendship, and the cosmos, we can barely move. The two most interesting men in the world getting together once a quarter to correct God’s mistakes while drinking wine, eating steak, and jumping through hyperspace. We call it Steak & The Cosmos. Long may it run.
The ride home is always pure contentment … recalling my old friend, the ancient wine, and the spacey mumbo-jumbo. I love it.
Pappas Brothers Steak House on McKinney Street in Downtown Houston