Thursday, 26 April 2012
I dined tonight with a friend.
'Twas the Feast of His Nativity.
My choice was rump steak cooked to rare perfection at home.
His was to dine in style in Soho.
The rump is in the freezer and the finest Steak Tatare is in my stomach.
Not difficult to guess whose argument won sway.
Either way, another victory over the forces of vegetable-tarianism.
And for that, we may all be thankful.
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