In what seemed like an eternity, our order finally arrived at our table, though the ravenous anticipation of my hunger may have played a role in making time feel sluggish. Greg and I had both opted for the meat skillet, and as I beheld the sizzling dish before me, I was genuinely surprised to find it served in an actual skillet, even though it was named as such. It was one of those unexpected touches that caught my attention, momentarily diverting my thoughts from the weighty mission we were about to embark upon.
With Greg's usual enthusiasm for food, he wasted no time in tucking in. He effortlessly spun his fork between his fingers before expertly skewering a piece of meat, and for a brief moment, I couldn't help but second-guess my own choice. As I hesitated to dig into my meal, Greg shot me a quizzical look, a silent prompt for me to join in the culinary experience.
