The Unvegan

That steak's got balls...of mashed potatoes.

It seems that the only three things to do in The Desert are swim, golf and eat.  This is by no means a bad thing, as there is no shortage of good restaurants.

With my father and two grandparents, I went to Piero’s Acqua Pazza, an Italian-ish restaurant.  I say “-ish” because they offer much more than traditional Italian food.  The night I was there, they had a three-course special, which included a starter, main course and dessert.  The price was unbeatable because it included the filet mignon, which actually cost more on the regular menu without the other courses.  A true meat-loving family, we all wanted the filet.  After making that choice, I checked out the starters, which to my behest, only included vegetable dishes.  I scoffed at this and decided it was still worth the three-course meal.

There was still one last hoop to jump through, the filet came with a side of mashed potatoes and a vegetable medley.  Medley is a term that I only wish to apply to music and if this was some sort of vegetable music, I imagine it would have been cacophonous.  I asked for it medley-free.

When my food came, the cacophonous medley of vegetables was splayed across my plate.  In disgust I sent it back and it returned with a bonus scoop of mashed potatoes.  This was nice, but not enough to make me forget.  The filet was delicious and had some sort of a peppercorn sauce.  It also passed my filet test, which is to take a steak knife and saw it back and forth on top of the filet without applying any pressure.  The mashed potatoes also found their way into the inner recesses of my stomach.  For dessert, I washed it all down with vanilla ice cream.