A Funny Thing Happened on Our Way to Peter Lugers

It was a fairly easy trip from Wall Street, just hop on the number 4 train to City Hall and transfer to the J. Of course we had to check out City Hall and cruise the streets a bit. After all we had plenty of time. We had enough time to stop for a cocktail, so we did. Wouldn't you know, we stumbled into the last bikini bar in Brooklyn. You can bet hubby was pleased!

The bartender was great! As a matter of fact, after a few minutes, you actually forgot you were talking to a scantily clad woman (Well, I did. I can't speak for hubby.) Anyway we started talking to a group of other patrons and it turned out they were there for the Belmont. Not only were they there for the race, one gentleman was the actual owner of Mine That Bird! They were a wonderful bunch of people and we exchanged addresses. We promised to take them ice fishing next time they are in Minnesota and we can stay at their ranch during our next visit to New Mexico. (Like any of that is going to happen.) At any rate, one drink led to two and you guessed it. We missed our reservation to Peter Lugers.

Our Minnesota sob story must have worked because they agreed to squeeze us in. We chatted at the bar with some people from Branson. Oddly enough we ran into them two days later in Greenwich Village. What are the chances of that?

We were finally seated and prepared for the best steak in the world. We were served a beautiful bread basket. Hubby took one bite from a roll and broke off half of his front tooth. This could have been a disaster, but thankfully it didn't hurt and the steak was so tender, no chewing was required.

It was the best steak I have ever eaten and the service was superb. Another great day!