Saturday night Ted and I went to the Capital Grille for dinner. There's nothing I like better than a good steak and in my vast steak eating career, I have decided that the Capital Grille is among the best. I have to admit, I like the sides at Morton's better, but I think the steaks at the Capital Grille are superior so, despite having both restaurants to choose from, we usually go with the Capital Grille.
So, Saturday night was a lovely evening out but Sunday night found me left out. Charlie was in Connecticut visiting some college friends. Kate was out to dinner and a movie with some of her friends. And Ted was at the Steeler's game, freezing his ass off. (Not only was it cold, they lost.) I was responsible for dropping Kate off and then I was at home -- alone. Now, I don't usually complain about an evening to myself but everyone was having such a good time, and I was at home doing the laundry. It's true. I didn't have to do the laundry, but what the hell. It's not like it was going to do itself and I was home after all.
But what to have for dinner? There was that nice steak left over from Saturday night. A steak sandwich was just the ticket. I started by slicing the steak really thin. I toasted up a ciabatta roll. Onto the roll, I added a really hearty layer of coarse dijon mustard. I piled on some peppery arugula and some shaved parmesan cheese. It was absolutely delicious.
So, I may have been left out and I may have had left overs but I guarantee you this. No one at Heinz Field ate as well as I did on Sunday night.