Salad of shrimp, green beans, tomatoes, onions, bacon, iceberg, roasted peppers, eggs, and avocado tossed in garlic vinaigrette

Prime “Tomahawk” Bone-in Ribeye, 32oz, medium rare

Sides of Leaf spinach, Three-cheese Au Gratin Potatoes, Green Beans with pancetta and pine nuts

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4812511&forum_id=2#42294604)

Describe drinks & atmosphere

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You're server is a man nearing or already in his 50s. He's dressed cleanly, in a crisp starched shirt with tie and apron. His waiter's apron is free of mars and stains. His hair is cropped very close, but you can see the many short grays glisten just so in the low light. His name is Mack.

You start with a Manhattan, and a Vodka soda for the lady. Mack upsells you to Blanton's, but you figure, what the hell. With the salad course, you do a crisp chardonnay, but then order a fine Syrah for the main course. You're positively stuffed after the meal, but decide to settle for a cappuccino and a Sambuca Negra with the three coffee beans for dessert.

As you spill out into the night, your date stumbles a bit in the valet line. She starts giggling and grabs you by the ass. Then she pulls you in close and whispers "I had a great night tiger" in your ear before giving you a playful bite that's just a hair too hard, but not enough to break the skin.

Your ride arrives and takes you back to the Marriott Marquis where you have a suite on the 34th Floor.

She starts in the hotel elevator. By the time you reach the hotel door, you're barely holding on to your jacket, and you've lost one cuff link for good.

With the door closed, she produces what looks to be a full quarter ounce of pure Colombian snow. The two of you go all night.

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Kind of a lot of food though

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