Writing Friday #14: Narrative: Personal: Best Meal Ever

Writing Friday #14: Narrative: Personal: Best Meal Ever
(For Issue Two of The Crusader)

We walked through the thick humid Florida air to my grandfather’s Mercedes. My family and I got in and decided where we were going to go: The New York Prime. My grandfather goes there all the time and the people know him well. We went into the parking lot where the valet greeted us. They parked our car, and looking back, I could see Ferraris, Bentleys, and almost every nice car you could think of. I knew that this place was very proper because we had been here before. We sat down in a nice booth near the bar and ordered drinks. Waiting for my usual Sprite, I looked up and realized how big the restaurant was. In the middle of the ceiling there was an enormous chandelier. After we got our drinks, it was time to look at the menu. There were so many delicious appetizers and unfortunately I could only pick one. So it was the Stone crabs. Expecting a few normal sized crab claws, what a surprise when two huge crab claws were served to me in ice. After stuffing those down, it was time to choose an entrée. I picked the Petite Filet. It was eight ounces and when it arrived it was amazing. I cut into the medium rare meat and put it into my mouth. Mouth watering, steak sizzling, it was cooked to perfection. When we came in, I noticed a piano player that was also singing. Fantasizing, I thought he looked almost exactly like a taller Billy Crystal. He seemed to be just one of those piano players that comes in and plays the boring endless fancy songs. But I realized halfway through dinner that he was singing and the waiters started to sing with him. A few minutes later he started to play "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond. One of the waiters jumped on top of the bar, near we were sitting and yelled out, “I love this song!” Then all the waiters started to sing. After a few seconds, the waiter called over to my grandfather, “George! Have I told you I love this song!?” At that moment, I knew why my grandfather came here a lot: because it was fun, had amazing food, and was (and still is) the nicest steakhouse in Boca Raton. Later in the night when we were finishing up our dinners, they started to hand out huge piles of napkins to the tables. I was confused; did they think we were messy? Then, my grandfather told me what was going to happen. All of the waiters jumped on the bar, poured a drink and counted down from three. On one, they drank their drinks, threw them down, shattering them on the bar, and everybody threw up their napkins all at once. It was amazing. After throwing up my napkins we started to eat again. A few minutes later, our waiter did not come back to us. We realized why and looked at the amazing sight. The bartender had climbed a huge ladder where all the wines were, which was about twenty-five feet in the air, and started to make martinis. He was flipping them up and down and doing all sorts of tricks. Our waiter, whom was a part of almost everything they were doing that night, and another waiter were balancing martini glassed on their foreheads. They stood about halfway up the ladder. The bartender then poured the martini into the glasses (which were about fifteen feet below him) and never even spilled a drop. Our waiters pushed up their heads sending the martinis in the air and caught them. They chugged them down and threw them down and shattered them. Everybody was having a wonderful time and I was having the time of my life. It was the greatest meal I had ever had.