The original plan was to go to Stockyard, a steakhouse. Neat. No better place to derail my plans than a steakhouse right? I'm sure the cows were massaged and loved and well fed and all of that stuff. They were clean and lived a long peaceful life. And then, before the cow died, it mooed in such a way that said "Please turn me into steak so that people can enjoy me well after I'm gone...I love you all...moo"
However, Stockyard has a shitty function room. So, we are going to Papa Razzi, an Italian place. Victory. Hmm, I hope they have steak at Papa Razzi. Juuuust kidding. I'll have some pasta thing.
But you know what, I have survived 2 weeks as a vegetarian, a fortnight even.
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