My most expensive meal was a few months ago in Philadelphia. I’d gone there for a concert. (Which was amazing by the way. Twin Tribes was the band). I had the brilliant 🤪 idea of getting a Philly cheese steak while I was there, silly me. I should have gone into the heart of the city for it. I would have had better luck, but my hotel room was outside the city and my husband and I had driven. Being from the country we’re not used to trying to park a car in the city so we went to a restaurant near the hotel instead. It seemed okay enough.
Little did I know that it was an upscale yuppie kind of place. The sort of place where my character, Lothar would be far more comfortable than Danielle. I’m more like Danielle in that regard; I’m used to trees and cows, and wildlife.
They had Philly cheese steaks so I ordered one. It came on a toasted flatbread thing with a fancy name I can’t remember, and it had a couple of pieces of beef on it and a sprinkling of cheese.
I was like 😮😢. I was hungry too and I still had a three hour concert ahead of me. I don’t eat bread either. I’d planned to eat the insides of the sandwich. My husband has a slower metabolism than I do and knew he’d make it through the night but that I might get lightheaded, so he sacrificed most of his meal so that I could get some protein in me.
Next time, I might just pack my dinner and bring it from home.
Was it worth it? Absolutely not. How do people live on tons of fancy bread and a little meat and cheese, anyway? 🤷♀️
Darcy Branwyn 
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