fentopal

I'm suffering from a steak-induced hangover today.

My roommate's birthday was yesterday, and he elected to go to Keene's, perhaps the greatest steakery known to man. Not only is it an institution that's been around for over a hundred years, but the ceiling is decorated with pipes in a true manly-man fashion. And the steaks ... the size of a small child. A delicious small child.

Nothing like a good steak and cigar.