I'm the person who wouldn't send back my food even if I got steak when I'd ordered fish.
I expect you have seen someone put a a lighted match to a bit of newspaper which is propped up in a grate against an unlit fire. And for a second nothing seems to have happened; and then you notice a tiny steak of flame creeping along the edged of the newspaper. It was like that now.
Never lick a steak knife.
I ate a big steak in 1988 and never felt worse. That was it, boom, over. Never again.
Throw em a bone and they want a steak.
French fries. I have been obsessed with them since I was born. I like big, big steak fries, curly fries, seasoned fries - any kind!
I remembered my New Orleans days, living on two five-cent candy bars a day for weeks at a time in order to have leisure to write. But starvation, unfortunately, didn't improve art. It only hindered it. A man's soul was rooted in his stomach. A man could write much better after eating a porterhouse steak and drinking a pint of whiskey than he could ever write after eating a nickel candy bar. The myth of the starving artist was a hoax.
Feeding the media is like training a dog. You can't throw an entire steak at a dog to train it to sit. You have to give it little bits of steak over and over again until it learns.
I didn't squawk about the steak, dear. I merely said I didn't see that old horse that used to be tethered outside here.
I like burritos more than Jesus because steak burritos are delicious. And they're real.
The real enemy is not fat but us. We are the misusers; we are the greedy ones. If we have no better sense than to purposefully destroy ourselves, it is no wonder that nature punishes us with vile diseases and calls in our maker long before their time. Nature remembers every extra bite of cherry pie, T-bone steak, fried chicken, pizza.
Imagine sitting down to an eight ounce steak, and then, imagine the room filled wit 45 to 50 people with empty bowls. . . For the feed cost of your steak, each of their bowls could be filled with a cup pf cooked cereal grains.
Steak is delicious and cows are stupid.
Acceptance is going to a restaurant where the salad's not great, but the steak is fine.
A tuna steak and a salad? Seventy bucks. Welcome to Los Angeles.
I find that the people who don't eat as much candy are really into heavy protein, like steak. I don't eat that.
I'm a vegetarian. You're a what? I don't eat meat. How can you not eat meat? I just don't. He says he does not eat meat. What? No meat? No meat. Steak? No. . . Chickens! No. . . And what about the sausage? No, no sausage, no meat! He says he does not eat any meat. Not even sausage? I know! What is wrong with him? What is wrong with you? Nothing, I just don't eat meat!
Everything evens up, you just wait, Even a garbage can gets a steak, You ain't even a garbage can, you have faith!
One thing you can't do with babies, you can't give them steak.
I hate reality but it's still the best place to get a good steak.