One night when my roommates and I were all sitting around after dinner, someone posed the question of what we each planned to do upon finishing our thesis. Now that’s a difficult question to answer as there are any number of celebratory acts from which one can choose. After thinking for a long time, I decided I was going to go to Longhorn Steakhouse. Now this decision was made weeks before I actually finished so as I neared the end, i only became more and more obsessed with the idea of Longhorn Steakhouse. I visited the Longhorn web page and browsed the menu (they’re hiring by the way) and picked out what dessert I was going to get: the chocolate stampede. I was all ready to go and stuff my face and my apartmentmate was right along side me (which I am impressed with as she is a vegetarian). As the day drew nearer we gathered a crowd, people saying they wanted to come too! Well imagine my excitement at the prospect of my very own Longhorn crew. Until… reality hit.
I realized that people weren’t actually serious about going. They pretended to be excited and manipulated the experience and my hopes and dreams (I am no longer angry, just bitter). Someone suggested we only go for dessert because the dinner there looked gross. I acquiesced without thinking but when bringing up this idea to my apartmentmate I was slapped me back into reality. “Are you kidding!?” she said. “You said we are going for the whole meal. We are going for the whole meal!” And right then and there I knew I had to go big or go home. This is what I had wanted, this is what I had worked for and by God I would go and consume mass quantities of food by myself if I had to! I was going on Friday evening and no one was stopping me.
As Friday approached I felt nervous and excited, who was going to show? Who was going to bail? Who was going to wimp out and only get dessert? Well, I can’t tell you who did what as that’s confidential information but we went and we had a crew. We ate that champs, some getting ribs, some getting steak tips, I had a cheese burger which was nasty. It had maybe half a piece of cheese on it and on the menu it said it came with tomato and pickles. It had one slice on tomato on it and one slice of pickle! One pickle slice! Do you have any idea how tiny that is!? But my chocolate stampede was worth it. It wasn’t that good, but it was worth every bite. It was made for at least two people but I handled it like a champ. Here are some photos documenting the whole excursion:
Me in the ally way of Longhorn, very industrial
My apartmentmate posing with the hogs lined up in the parking lot
Chocolate Stampede!
Well, there you have it. Our trip to Longhorn. I ate a lot of that chocolate stampede. I left very full. Oh, did I mention they have free soda refills there? Well they do. And so I drank about 3 sodas. I was out for the count. But boy I enjoyed myself, a real dream come true. I’m not sure I’ll ever go back but Longhorn has a special place in my heart.
Shhhh,
Steph
