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Although I usually want to reserve this blog for ethnic food choices, I could not pass up the chance to write about my wonderful experience at Bones, one of Atlanta's best steakhouses. Everything about my meal this last Saturday night was unforgettable.
Right when my grandparents and I walked into the restaurant, we told the host that we had a reservation for three under Janet Mintz. Then, the host told us a funny story. He said that someone by the name of Jeff Mintz also had a party of three waiting for a table. Jeff Mintz is my father's name, and we tried to find connections. Although there were no connections assembled between the two, I knew that this meal was going to be something special. And we had not even been seated yet.
After that coincidental ordeal, we were seated downstairs where the noise level was perfect. It wasn't too quiet that we could here a pin drop. But it was not too loud either where one could not here the person sitting right across from them either. It was obvious that Bones wanted this to be a world class experience. After a couple of minutes, the waiter brought out the wine list, but the wines were listed on an iPad. I thought that was so fascinating and indicative of our world today. Bones figured that their customers should not expect anything less.
But what I originally came to Bones for was the food. I ordered myself a flavorful, hot french onion soup as a starter. I usually do not have french onion soup, but great steakhouses often have great french onion soup for some reason. This steakhouse was no exception to that observation. After I finished my soup, I waited for my medium-cooked 12 ounce filet mignon. I was stunned with how tender this filet was. It may have been the most tender steak I have ever tasted, and I have been to many great steakhouses. I capped off my wonderful experience with a delicate-looking pecan pie that was also very good.
Overall, the food would have been enough to make this a great experience, but the coincidental occurrence of meeting another Jeff Mintz signaled great things to come. A Jeff Mintz, whether it is my father or if it just another guy with that name, would definitely recommend Bones to any steak lover in the world.
Brad, this is so fun! I love that you went off the map and wrote about a food experience you couldn't resist. I suggest thinking about two things for the future. First, look at this passage for mistakes and possible revisions: "After that coincidental ordeal, we were seated downstairs where the noise level was perfect. It wasn't too quiet that we could here a pin drop. But it was not too loud either where one could not here the person sitting right across from them either." Second, don't forget to give the reader the sensual experience of eating the steak and the pecan pie! You say they were good--tell us what that means and tap in to our senses so we can share the experience of the meal with you.
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