Ugh, I'm still full.

We do one thing, and we do it exceptionally well. We are often imitated, but never duplicated.


On Saturday Dique and I took our good friends out to dinner. There was much to celebrate so between home-purchases, birthdays and our wedding we thought a big night out was the way to go.

Enter: The House Of Prime Rib.

The four of us are all eaters/foodies. We used to all live together and would cook together as often as we could. Us girls had never been there, and the guys were only too happy to show us the way.

We got there early enough to grab a drink at the bar - and by "drink" I mean my "own personal double martini shaker" - and they're not stingy with the olives either which is bonus points in my book! The guys got Manhattans and my girlfriend went for an Old Fashioned. It's just not the kind of place where you want to order a Lemon Drop, you know?




Soon after we were making our way to a back corner booth, loving the decor and the vibe all the way.

The deal at the HoPR (affectionately nicknamed "The Hopper") is that you choose your cut (thin, thick, massive, insanely massive), and then you have two decisions to make:

1. creamed corn or creamed spinach (spinach!)
2. baked potato with sour cream, chives and bacon or mashed potatoes and gravy (we tied on this)

It all comes with warm sourdough bread and butter, and Yorkshire pudding, because at this point, what's a few more hundred grams of fat?

Do they serve things other than prime rib? Yes, dessert. I had the trifle and it was a close second to the ones my mom used to make. Our friend had the creme brulle and it was the size of my face (read: big). Dique had three cakes in one - cheesecake, chocolate mousse, and chocolate cake - and I will be forever jealous of his hollow leg and speedy metabolism.

Okay, fine, they also serve a non-prime-rib-entree: they have two seasonal and fresh fish dishes on the menu for the flexitarians in your party. But the fish doesn't have its own cart, which makes it WAY LESS fun to order. Just sayin'.



The four of us decided to make it an annual event to celebrate all of our birthdays which span a few months, and while the body-conscious girl in me has been running every day since, my gluttonous side is waiting for next year with bated breath.