Tonight I met my friend, Melinda, for dinner at the Outback Steakhouse. Yep. Outback. Steakhouse.
That would surprise some people, as I don't eat steak. I was a vegetarian for years, and a couple years ago added chicken back in. (Once I did, I couldn't get enough - poultry now quivers in my presence.)
Anyway, in honor of my life list, I decided to try a new restaurant. Perhaps many have tried the Outback, but I hadn't. Now I have. And may I say, they make a mean roasted chicken.
As for the death, for some reason, that's all we talked about.
Maybe it was the steak all around us.