The real story from that night: http://www.foxnews.com/us/2016/08/25/police-seek-waiter-customer-after-i...

"What the hell am I Supposed to do? He's the one who screwed me? I didn't do anything wrong...yet I'm the one who doesn't get the ribeye? WTF am I supposed to do? I can't apologize for something he did."

First point - the chef didn't grow the cow. So, he probably bought the same beef from the same supplier assuming the same quality. But cattle are actually animals which are susceptible to a myriad of influences - one may produce tender meat, and it's brother in the same field on the same diet can produce tough meat. You actually did do something wrong - you failed to give Chef the benefit of doubt - even though you profess to be a well-known regular customer. Nothing in life is guaranteed - not even your rib-eye at your favourite restaurant. If this restaurant is so important to you, what you are supposed to do is suck it up, be a man, go back and apologise to Chef and then carry on as if nothing has happened. After all, Chef took it on the chin and said you didn't have to pay. If you get shit steak again - just find a new place.

I find laying my head on grrrls ample breast while in her warm embrace cures all woes. Of course, check to make sure Goth isn't home first. Then again, if he does come home, the chef would be the least of your problems so you win either way.

Alternatively, go back to the chop house and order prawns.

The only way for you to get over this tragic event is to increase your hooker killing protocol from 1 hooker/eod to 1 hooker/ed until happy, then taper your dose down and pct.

Ed,
Thank you for sharing! I understand it must be difficult to open yourself up like this, most men can't or won't talk about their feelings but you, you just lay it all out there and talk about possibly one of the most difficult things a man can go through in life. I can't even imagine how you must be feeling. I don't know you but feel as though I do now. Last night, as I was sitting down to my home cooked to perfection, prime cut and partially still mooing rib eye, I shared your story with the man, both of us tearing up a little knowing the pain you must be feeling. Sorry for your loss!

Maybe you should have given him one more shot before you stuck your foot in your mouth

Once upon a time, and only once because i don't eat steak out any longer as i refuse any longer and i am getting close to refusing to eat bbq out any longer as well but that's a whole other future diner terrorists story waiting to happen. But once alas I also had a favorite chophouse i liked to frequent. .....and mind you this was in a major U.S. city where when you spend a cool hundred plus per head after scotch and "properly prepared " beef steak you expect what you have come to expect. In this instance It was an 18 ounce dry aged ribeye and i made my order the same way i had the 12 times I had the 12 times before. Did the server say we no longer serve dry aged beef? No!!!! No!!!!! No no no no. The latent homosexual metrosexual nonthreatining to everyone peice of ass shit omitted that detail as if i would not tell the fucking difference or some shit. Needless to say when i took my first bite my eyes did not deceive and neither did my taste buds! I demanded at once an explanation and was eventually placated by the "executive chef" while he explained that the dry aged beef did not go over well with the "general consumer" when they made the selection for the first time and it was decided to remove it fron the menu. I was extremely disappointed to say the least and was battling internal feelings of being irrational. ..............needless to say later i felt violated beyond any and all comprehension and was nearly suicidal with self loathing for how easily i laid down and accepted such horrible and inhumane treatment...........general consumer.......WHAT IN THE FUCK! Many months later i was on a short vacation with my girlfriend at the time to a coastal community and my gf wanted to go to this little shitty trendy restaurant where the asshole who owned it was like the brother of this foodnetwork star and i decided to take action after i sat down to order a steak. I ordered the most expensive steak which was prime rib........which no offense to anyone who eats it but if your not eating bone in ribeye your an effete nobody waiting for your uncle to touch you so you can cry about it later........anyway i put my nose up at thee different deliveries of the steak and tried hard to be as real and offended by each offering as i could be. Then to the cost of not having sex that night i left the establishment withount chewing or swallowing one bite and dared the manager to ask me to pay for the rubbish. Now i know what you might be thinking......so your gonna take out your anger towards a six figure shit head executive chef on some punk ass line cook in a 20dollar a plate popcorn shrimp shit hole.........well your goddamn right and i hope it pissed him off so bad that he quit and started looking for a new line of work or it pissed him off so bad that he said fuck these tourist prices of shit, what do they know about it anyway and decides to start a steakhouse that caters to the connoisseur and not the dumbass general consumer..........as if those fcking idiots matter. You know i can't say that this approach will help you ED and really all i can boast is that it helped me "let go" of the chophouse scene that i so fervently loved for a spell.........but damnit ED fuck these profit margin whore to the dollar chefs out there and the rookies they once were. Either do it because you love the food or don't do it all!

L oh fuckin l

Man. I'm sorry you went through all that. It's hard to have perfection and then watch it turn to shit before your very eyes.
I didn't know this until today, but we try too hard. I was scrolling through social media, and I learned we don't have to take all this shit, or eat right, or work out even. All you have to do is stack advocare with plexus, and slap a black thrive bandage on your arm and post 1000 times a day about how great you feel and shit.
If their not lying, we won't even crave steak, or caffeine, or even killing hookers again. This is next level shut bro. It could change everything.

How do I recover from this type of heart ache?

Become a vegetarian?????

I foresee a new steak restaurant in the making called Ed's Steakhouse....make it happen, bro. I will be there and I know the food will be perfect, even the salad!!

Simple. I know in all these years of killing hookers you are familiar with disguises, you now need to invent a passable disguise. And obviously your wife will no longer be able to join you, that would be too much.

I have a similar story and it also just happened. It is weird that our lives always seem on these parallel tracks bro. Anyway, since I was a kid my favorite restaurant has been this local family owned chain we will call Poppa Tony's for the sake of the story. My favorite thing they make has always been the Steak sandwhich with pizza cheese, it always has had the same red sauce which happened to be simply Chef boy r dee spaghetti sauce. About a week ago my cravings for one had me making the 45 minute trip over there with my wife. So I order the usual and the waitress said nothing. I get my sandwich and immediately notice and ask WTF is going on (assuming it is a temporary issue) oh no kids, them cocksuckers at chef boy r dee discontinued the goddamn sauce! They had almost a year of it stockpiled after they found out and just now they finally ran out. I am a grown man and felt damn near sad enough for tears. Something I loved so much is nevermore...