Inspired by my Restaurant Week lunch at Quality Meats
A rustic wooden door in Midtown West:
Quality Meats, distinguish from the rest.
I anticipate a feast,
Or an above average meal, at least.
The appetizers: scallops--seared, not greased--
Once inside my mouth they melt.
Then comes the skirt steak, whose mere sight is felt.
I challenge you not to unhook your belt.
A subtle gravy, it's mate.
Out pops dessert, and not a second late.
Three courses, plus Malbec, at such a rate!
I bow to you, Restaurant Week.
Food this good is worth losing your physique.
How did I become such a foodie freak?
Cheers to you, New York City.
Cheers to you, New York City.