Our friends invited us to dinner. Well, there was a catch. L only wanted to go to 1 of 2 places. So if we were to accept we really didn't have any say in where we were going. Restaurant control freak over here had politely relinquish her power. The 2 options were Vincent's and Charlie's Steakhouse. I know, pitiful, right? So we accepted and I told them I would be certainly going for the Company. J was ecstatic and was all over Charlie's. He's never been. I have never been either. I had an old boyfriend who went almost every week but girls were never invited so I always had this vision of what Charlie's would be like. I was right.
Picture this, particle board tables, wobbly chairs, a few luggage/coat racks on the walls. I don't remember anything else on the walls. No menus-which doesn't really bother me. I would rather someone tell me what to eat anyway. I don't like to have too many options. The potatoes were good. Oh and the onion rings to die for-skinny and crispy but my filet came in basically a bowl of butter, was tasteless and fatty. I love butter but I am not sure that was what it was. I can't figure it out. Anyway, we did have a good time. V got a kick out of the plastic diner style plates and the funny thing is that was the one thing my brother mentioned about it, the pitiful plates. Funny what you notice. First thing J said when we got in the car was, "We're not going back." I'd go back for the onion rings and the friends but that's about it.