I ate diiner with my pops, mom, and my wife. My dad had ordered the T-bone steak. We were all finishing up and the waitress shows up to take our plates. My dad basically dusted off that steak except for the connective tissue and tiny morsels of meat still on the bone. The waitress starts grabbing his plate and he asked for a to-go box. The look on her face was priceless. There wasnt anything left worth taking home. He then says, "I'll take that home and gnaw on it, it still has some good stuff on it."
Needless to say I am embarrassed about tonights events. I am praying his hillbilly genetics he passed on to me are dormant.