This is what Sam cooked for dinner at 9:45pm on a Friday night after we got back from the gym:
I couldn’t help but think that we were playing into some kind of republican stereotype “liberal elitist” fantasy… a couple of 30 somethings with MBAs eating lobster for dinner in Los Angeles at 10pm on a Friday night after working out in Beverly Hills.
The only thing that would have made it better is if we had wine (but, alas, we don’t drink) and Real Time playing on the laptop in the background.
Did I mention it required 2 sticks of butter for 2 lobster tails? :p