Dr. Livingstone, I Presume?

We met friends for dinner last night at Livingstone.  The invitation to satisfy a craving for steak was too good to refuse.  Along with the good company, it was a "no-brainer" way to spend a freezing cold Saturday night.  Walking Dead pun intended.  Mike and I are seriously addicted to this show, and I was feeling zombie-like in the pursuit of a delicious steak.

Enter All Ye Steak Zombies

Livingstone is the "Mortons" of Vienna.  A wide selection of steaks, filet to ribeye, Wagyu (Kobe), Omaha, Angus and Hereford.  A la carte side dishes, minimalist presentation and California wines.  While I felt slightly underdressed, no way was I going to let my fashion faux pas stand in the way of the feast.      

And we did feast.  No time for food pictures, I inhaled my filet.

So now I am wondering why I've blogged about a steak.  Perhaps because I naively expected not to  be bothered by a change in food culture.  I'll admit it.  I'm bothered.  Last night, while discussing the beauty of Good Seasons Zesty Italian Salad Dressing & Recipe Mix with our friends, I also realized I'm not alone.  It was a reassuring feeling.

Just what the good Doctor ordered.