I want...a big, fat, juicy steak. With creamed spinach. And cheesy, garlic potatoes that you know, you KNOW, were made with an obscene amount of butter. A chopped salad of some sort to start. And a fabulous, delectable chocolate dessert, ice cream on top preferred. A bottle of Pinot Grigio or Reisling than I can get inexplicably tipsy on.

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