Ever had fresh Main lobster? I know my mother thinks it is the greatest thing in the world.
I’ve never won anything in my life, however I somehow managed to win the drawing at the company Christmas party last year for a $150 gift certificate to Del Frisco’s, which is like one of the premier steakhouses in Denver. A $150 should be plenty to cover dinner for two I would think (in fact I would say it is an absolutely absurd sum of money to spend on two meals). Unfortunately tho, I was intrigued by the lobster.
The lobster sold at Del Frisco’s is Australian lobster which, according to my overly ambitious waiter, has “a much more (some adjective that wasn’t in my vocabularly) than Maine lobster”. This is the crazy part, the lobster tail you order is 24 (yes that’s twenty four) ounces and costs a $110!! OK, when you have to figure out how to spend $150 (so you don’t have $25 left over and have to come back to such a ridiculously priced place) and you see a 24 oz, $110 lobster tail from Australia on the menu you have to order it (at least I do). So I split the lobster, which took over 30 minutes to prepare. It came out in the shell of the tail and I thought I had ordered a damn sea monster as opposed to a piece of lobster!! This thing was massive, and by massive I mean MASSIVE. I could barely finish my half.
The lobster was beyond amazing, way better tasting than almost any other seafood I have ever had (which it very well should have been). Lobster, hog rotten potatoes (as they say in Wyoming), some spinach, a bit of appetizer and two glasses of wine… with tip: gone was my $150 gift certificate as well 20 bucks of my own hard earned money. Was it worth it? Other than spectacle of 24 oz of lobster, NOPE… do people eat like that all the time? Even somewhat often? The place was full of people. Get a grip world… eat a filet mignon for a mere $40 and send the other $100 to feed some family of African refugees for a month or something.
Next time, I’m hawking my Del Frisco’s gift card on eBay and eating at Chubby’s Mexican Food next to my house something like 22 times. 
Haha, peace out.
September 12th, 2006 at 8:56 am
That’s my boy all the way. The wine always costs as much as the meal (an honest kid would tell you it’s an awful waste of good grape juice), the more wonderful the food- the more often it is sent back for adjustment (no one ever sends back a Taco Bell taco), and the women who costs more than $20.00 bucks to feed is always a poor excuse for a enjoyable companion (from my limited experience in the dating world). Every time I begin to worry that my beloved Son is being sucked by the trappings of a little success, he raises himself above the…… man he makes his old pop proud. Dan, you rock. Dad