I dream of Steak #4

I never get tired of Steak Frites or Filet Mignon for that matter. When I was a little girl, my grandparents and I would go out for special meals at a now-extinct place called Loyd's Steak House. Located on the main drag in Harrisonburg, a giant bull crowned it's roofline. Almost every meal, we'd order bacon-wrapped filets. I remember pulling out the charred toothpicks and crunching on the bacon. For my grandparents, this was the height of fine steak-ery. This meal was definitely eaten in their honor.


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