It's what's for dinner.
Recently we visited Oklahoma City. A city on the rise, it's modern accommodations and old west charms are more than appealing. Seriously, it's just like Ft. Worth. It was designed and planned by the same cattle barons along the Chisholm Trail... But I digress... We were there visiting family and it just so happens, the wife is working on a big project there so we got to see that. We walked through the red bricked streets of Bricktown where I just happen to know about a certain steakhouse that folks visiting Oklahoma should never miss.
The steakhouse bearing his name is more than a tribute to his greatness, it's a testament for being a man, and men everywhere.
Picture the rustic, stockyard setting. You stagger into a dark cigar bar. You realize the place is perfect for your needs. You're a stranger in a strange land, but somehow this place is familiar. What is it about this joint? I know, it's a classy place and you are a classy guy... We know what to do, let's sit at the bar and have a cigar AND SMOKE IT!
You see,,, in Dallas and Austin, these cigar bars are a thing of the past... (Hitler put and end to decadence, too...)
Once you've picked out your stogie and the perfect grey goose martini, dirty, with blue cheese olives, you can sit back and enjoy the priceless baseball memorabilia before you.
The lobster escargot is a must. I like the peppercorn filet, mid rare. Mac N cheese has never tasted so good.*belch*
Don't miss the best steakhouse north of the red river. Just eat it.
After dinner, the staff is more than happy to run down the desserts, but the real message here is, at Mickey Mantles Steakhouse, you can still be a man, you can still be free.
(They don't treat their smokers like animals like they do in Texas.)
And being free is being a man.