#ordering the biggest tomahawk steaks

[doodlesanime]

Werewolves can indulge…as a treat

[chroniclesofachemist]

TW: eating disorder

So, I've had lifelong anorexia. I'd say I'm recovered but its more like in remission. As a teen/kid though, put any form of meat produce in front of me and I would consume it. I went to a steakhouse in the states as a 12yr old and ordered the biggest thing they had and annihilated it. turns out it was a competition steak like eat this in 10 mins its free, it took me 30 but looking back it must have been bizarre watching a stick ripping into a tomahawk.

im at a restaurant right now and there's this like 16 year old kid sitting at the table next to me completely alone with like 6 racks of ribs. hes eating like 1 rib every 10 seconds and the poor server who was assigned to him has to keep getting him new ribs. ive been here for an hour just watching this kid inhale ribs like he's gonna die the next day. he probably will given the amount of hot sauce he put on them

[junker-town]

This Titans rookie got stuck with a $10,000 dinner bill by his teammates

SO MUCH STEAK!

The rookie meal is one of the NFL’s time-honored traditions, but Titans’ linebacker D’Andre Walker was not prepared for what his teammates consumed Monday night.

The Titans went to the legendary Jeff Ruby’s Steakhouse in Nashville and unleashed, ordering over $10,000 in food and drink, including $225 pours of cognac and indulgent helpings of some of the most expensive beef in the world.

When it was all said and done, Walker was on the hook for $10,487.27 before tip. Assuming he tipped 18 percent the bill would have come out to $12,369.58. That might not sound like a lot of money for an NFL player, but Walker isn’t some multi-million-dollar athlete. He was taken in the fifth round and is now on injured reserve. The meal represented 2.7 percent of his total salary.

You can see how this matches up against a range of normal-person salaries below.

Now look, I know 2.7 percent might not mean as much to someone with any amount of disposable income compared to someone living paycheck-to-paycheck, but this is still a staggering chunk to spend on one meal. Beyond the fact that his teammates stuck him with the bill, let’s look at how they spent all that money:

Someone ordered 40 OUNCES of Takamori Wagyu, one of the most expensive cuts of beef in the world. Total cost: $1,000

As a table they ordered 4.5 ounces of Remy Louis XIII cognac. Total cost: $1,014

A bottle of 2016 Opus One, regarded as one of the best years for the wine. Total cost: $650

Biggest surprise

These are big football lads with big football appetites. While I appreciate the sheer gluttony of ordering monstrous portions of Wagyu, personally, I would have ordered “The Hatchet,” a 30-oz tomahawk ribeye aged for 65 days. That’s a little on the funkier side, and I get that a lot of dry aging is an acquired taste — but honestly, I think this would have been more satisfying than eating so much Wagyu it ruins the beef’s mystique.

Smartest buy

The wild mushroom gnocchi. Might seem like sacrilege at a high-end steakhouse, but well-made gnocchi is divine. This is a dish that is carried by a good chef because there’s nowhere to hide in its simplicity. Cooking a steak perfectly just requires practice and a good product. A multi-ingredient dish like this needs finesse.

The moral of this story

Tradition is important, but so is assertiveness. I would have mercilessly mocked whomever ordered 40 ounces of Wagyu for being so gauche. But no matter how upset you get at dropping a chunk of your yearly paycheck on a meal, at least your dog is always there for you.

[blackheartsandcarparts-blog]

My Struggle

My counselors that I’ve had in the last year and a half suggested I should express what I’m feeling in some form. I finally decided to give in and give it a try. I’ll start off with a little back story before I jump straight in.

I’m 22 years old, currently enlisted in the military and battling depression/grief/stress and everything else that comes with it. Almost 4 years ago now my father told me he was diagnosed with cancer. I wasn’t given any information on it, except that he was receiving treatment. At this point in my life I had just graduated boot camp and started my schooling for the military. I was 1000 miles from home and couldn’t do anything. My father, who was also prior military, told me to focus on school instead of him. But how could I? My father, my best friend, the man I looked up to and the man who taught me everything I know was fighting something that could so easily take his life. What could I do? Sit there and feel sorry for myself? Be worried about my dad? No, he wanted me to finish this schooling and so I would do it just for him. In the process of this 6 month school I lost 80% of my class. Not once was I deterred from making my father proud as I followed in his footsteps.

Upon graduating my school I received orders to a base about an hour from home so I could be close by during his treatment. It was not until then that I found out the extent of his diagnosis. He was diagnosed with Blastic Plasmacytoid Cell Dendritic Neoplasm (BPCDN) which is an extremely rare form of Lymphoma with no cure. With how the cancer presents itself, to most doctors who are unaware it seems to be Leukemia. When doctors begin treating for Leukemia, there is no response and time is wasted. Because of how rare it is, there is not much literature or research. After diagnosis most patients who receive treatment and a stem cell transplant will achieve remission for about a year before it returns. This was the case with my father as well. After seeing him suffer through the chemo, the bone marrow biopsies and the pain, I was glad to see him mostly back to his old self. When you have a successful stem cell transplant they refer to it as your “new birthday” and have cake. The process is lengthy but they basically chemo you until you have absolutely no immune system, then give you healthy stem cells from a donor in hopes of the new one being able to fight it off.

During my father’s year long remission gave me memories that I will never forget. I was able to buy my first car on my own. He taught me how to drive stick on it and taught me how to work on it. My father taught me how to appreciate cars and sprouted my love for them. There were so many smiles, so many laughs and so much frustration (if you’ve ever worked on a car you will understand). Not that I didn’t have any great memories from before, but these were different. They were more profound to me, because after my father’s battle he had become himself again. A man I always aspired to be, but someone who he would never see me become. There are many more memories that occurred over this year, but I won’t dig into all of those.

He relapsed in March of 2015 and it was back more aggressive than before. Time in between chemo was shortened as it would return in his bone marrow much quicker. An opportunity arose for him to become part of a drug trial at Duke University, so we quickly jumped on it and headed down to North Carolina. For 6-7 months my father was never within “standards” to begin the trial. One of his blood counts would be slightly too low and it would get delayed. You couldn’t start the trial until there was at least a 2 week break from your last round of chemo. 6-7 long months of hoping and praying to hit the exact specifications of this drug trial and it never happened. Months before the fateful day of my dad passing, we went to an ice cream shop in NC that he had seen on TV. They served ice cream made with habenaros (named “cold sweat”) and another made with either ghost peppers or carolina reapers (called “exit wound”). We drove about 45minutes to get to this shop. He recorded my reaction to “cold sweat” (they wouldn’t let me eat exit wound without eating its predecessor first and I didn’t want to destroy my stomach by compounding it) and laughed as I suffered (it was pretty funny). And just a month before he left us, was my step mom’s birthday. We went to a restaurant called “The Angus Barn” which is voted top 5 steakhouses in the entire US. I ordered the absolute biggest steak they had on the menu, dubbed “The Tomahawk Chop”. It was a 44oz bone-in ribeye and I absolutely devoured it. My dad and step mom were amazed at my feat and we all laughed about it. We all decided to have dessert on top of it all, of course with an after dinner cappuccino. Later that night my father was back to being in terrible pain, barely being able to walk and a completely different person than the man I knew. That night was one of the last times I heard my dad laugh and saw him smile.

The days leading to my father’s last moments are very hard for me to talk about. Being there for it all has imprinted on me and haunts me. He was in so much pain that it took us an hour and a half to move him 20 feet to try and go to the bathroom. No person should have to deal with that. With that amount of pain, with that struggle and frustration. I could see it in his eyes, despite all of the pain management medication. I couldn’t take it and I called an ambulance in hopes the hospital could help him regain strength. (At this point I had already been in North Carolina for about 4-5days helping my step mom so she could relax and get some chores done. I was running low on sleep because I would stay up at night and give him his medication on time. Doing what needed to be done.) We slept at the hospital in the room with him. He was in less pain the next day, but still visibly not himself. They ran some tests and tried to get a handle on what was going on. The day after that I saw my father, not a man who just looked like him. He was there, back to normal and joking around like his old self. He was smiling and lit the room up just as he always had done. There was a small flash of hope, but then a complete and utter downward spiral. Doctors said there was nothing left they could do. Our plan quickly changed to try and get him home so he could be surrounded by family and be AT home. That soon became a non-option as he quickly declined. (This next part will be very hard for me to talk about and I know you can’t tell how long it will take to write, but believe me it is awhile. Having to take frequent breaks to either hold back the tears or letting them go.) The morning of February begins with my Aunt and I driving to the hospital at 7am. We walk into his hospital room with my step mom playing Jack Johnson (one of his favorite artists). He was not responsive and had very erratic breathing. We sat there and talked with him, we knew he could hear us. He had a constant stream of morphine to keep him comfortable. I held his hand to keep him warm. He was progressively getting worse and worse. I called my sister (who hadn’t talked to my father in years) and told her that I needed her to talk with him, the end was near. I put her on speaker and she apologized to him for their fight and being so estranged. I couldn’t let him pass and neither of them ever have closure or have regrets. I knew how much he missed her in his life and how he wished he had a relationship with her. I couldn’t have that weight on my shoulders of them not having closure. My step mom followed suit and called all of his brothers, sisters and his mom. Everyone told them how much they loved him and how strong he was. After we got through the phone calls my step mom got the nurse and told them that it was time. As we sat surrounding him, the nurse delivered a large dose of morphine, which started shutting down his organs. I knelt next to his bed and held his hand. We all told him “Its ok. You can let go now. We love you.” It was the absolute hardest thing I have ever done. How could I tell the person who means more than anything in the world to me that it was ok to go? It wasn’t ok. I couldn’t lose him. Not now. His breathing slowed and he opened his eyes. He looked me straight in my eyes and I could see him thanking me for calling my sister. Telling me how much it meant. Expressing how much he loved us all. Just seconds later I watched him take his finals breaths and he was gone… 10:53 on February 23rd, 2016.

Almost a year has passed now and it isn’t any easier. Everyday is a struggle. I don’t want to get out of bed, I don’t have the motivation to do anything. I probably drink more than I should, but I can’t escape the reality that he is gone. I have had nightmares of his final moments, waking up and I can’t breathe, just as he was no longer able to. I try and remember the good memories and I sometimes can, but his last moments on this planet are forever burned into my mind. I miss him more than anyone could understand. After losing him, I am no longer afraid of death. I welcome it. I welcome the day I am reunited with him and we can go back to normal. I will not seek death, but if it should find me then so be it. The thing that kills me absolutely more than anything in the world is thinking how he will never meet his grandchildren or great grandchildren. I know how excited he would have been and how involved in their lives he would’ve been. And how everyone is now missing out on those memories.

I miss talking to him. I used to call him almost everyday after work and just catch up. Talk cars, football or anything else to keep his mind off treatment.

I am fragmented. I am not the same person I used to be and I never will be. I will never be whole again and that is just a fact. How will I get through it? I don’t know, but I will do my best to document it as things happen.

I am not the only person to go through this, but I hope that I am able to help others with my experiences or even open up conversation between people. I do hope that if you are in a seriously dark place that you would seek help. There is no reason to ever be ashamed for doing so. All you need to do is ask.

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