Having spent the majority of the past few days waiting out the rain – often tropical out here – the chaps decided they wanted a meal one evening. After going back and forth on options, we settled on a steakhouse, allegedly one of the very best out here.
Being the ultimate cynic that I am, I had low expectations, concluding site unseen that it would be overpriced, overhyped fare. I am glad to say I was pleasantly suprised; everything from the company, the service to the food being top notch.
It might have been the copious amounts of wine, but I did get the small benefit of some unvarnished feedback from my own wedding nigh on nine years ago. Apparently, I was a bit of a no shit giving groom, which was not quite in keeping with the expectations of pomp and peageantry of the day. As I recall, none of it was intentional, mainly the fall out of long days and brutal weeks, wanting the events of the day to wrap up ASAP.
To the chap tying the nuptials, one can only say Good Luck!
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