46 Fine Dining Part 2
Michael checked the menu and the moment his eyes saw the prices on each dish, he was stunned to speak. 4,600 pesos for a steak and 12,000 pesos for a tomahawk steak. This price is too steep for someone like him prior to getting the technological system. Of course, he could afford this food but it's something he won't get back to every day without thinking twice about the cost. He mentally calculated how many meals he could get at a regular diner for the price of one steak here. Shaking his head slightly, Michael put the menu down, deciding not to let the prices spoil his appetite or the evening.
Bridget seemed to notice his reaction and smiled, "Don't worry about the prices, Michael. Tonight is on me. Order whatever you like."
Appreciating the gesture, Michael opted for something more moderately priced, not wanting to take advantage of Bridget's offer. But the 4,000 pesos steak is the only meal they have with a moderate price, the rest are above that price.
"Okay, I'll have the porterhouse," Michael said and added. "And an orange juice." The waiter acknowledged his order and then shifted his gaze to Bridget. "I'll have the sirloin steak and a watermelon juice," Bridget ordered.
Grabbing a fork and a knife, Michael cut into his porterhouse steak. The knife glided through the meat with ease. He carved out a piece and brought it to his mouth, closing his eyes as he savored the first bite. The steak was cooked to perfection, with a slight char on the outside and a juicy, pink center that melted in his mouth. The flavors were rich and complex, a blend of the natural taste of the beef enhanced by a subtle seasoning that didn't overpower the meat's quality.
The juiciness of the steak combined with its tenderness offered a culinary experience Michael had never encountered before. It was an eye-opening moment, realizing how a high-quality cut of meat, cooked by expert hands, could elevate a simple dish into something extraordinary. The orange juice he had ordered provided a refreshing contrast to the savoriness of the steak, cleansing his palate between bites.
As he continued to eat, Michael found himself appreciating the meal more with each bite. He glanced at Bridget, who seemed equally pleased with her choice. This is an experience he would never have had if he hadn't got the technological system. So all hail to the technological system.
After finishing his meal, he thought about bringing his mom into this fancy restaurant. She hasn't been into any fancy restaurants aside from fast food. He could imagine her face right now when she sees the place and tastes the food. The thought made Michael smile; it was a small gesture, but one he knew would mean a lot to her. As dinner came to an end, Michael spoke. "Thank you for this opportunity once again, Bridget. I enjoyed the food." "No problem, Michael. So—we wait until the 26th right? Right after Christmas."
"Indeed, it's going to be a huge day for me."
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