There is a venerable supper club in town called Smokey's which is closing at the end of February, and so everyone in town (and quite a few people from out of town) are going to it one last time. I had only been there once, when Tiffy and I took Rich there for his fiftieth birthday, but Travalon has been a couple of times with the guys when they do their Guys' Steak Nights. Rich arranged a co-ed Steak Night for the Night Prayer regulars, and Travalon, Jilly Moose, the Dairyman's Daughter, the Single B-Boy, and of course Rich and I went tonight. Smokey's is a classic steakhouse where they put a glass full of raw vegetables on the table, which they call the "relish dish," and of course a basket of dinner rolls and garlic toast. Jilly Moose and I started off with the classic supper club drink of a brandy old-fashioned sweet, while Travalon had his favorite cocktail (Seven and Seven), and the Single B-Boy had a martini. Then we all got steaks; I got the smallest steak on the menu, which came with two scallops, and I had soup and broccoli for my sides. The men all got the New York strip steak. After such a classic dinner, Travalon and I thought we should really end it with the classic ice cream drink, the grasshopper. However, I had two bites and realized how completely full I was, so luckily everyone else at the table helped Travalon finish it, except for the Single B-Boy, who doesn't really like sweet stuff. That's got to be a good problem to have! It was a very large, very green ice cream drink.
As Travalon and I drove home, I noticed that the extremely decorated house in a neighborhood we pass still seemed to be decorated, so Travalon took a detour by it. They have toned it down a little.
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