Steak Out

Imagine, if you will, a Saturday night in Manchester - large groups of people heading off into town to get completely sloshed on any number of alcoholic drinks. Now, hop over the Atlantic to Charleston - and a Saturday evening of dancing lessons. Yep, you guessed it. After bowing to much pressure from many friends (who shall remain nameless) I decided to take a friend here up on the offer of going to some Saturday night dancing where we were taught how to Swing, Shag, Salsa and Merengue (of which the latter two are my favourite i should add). It was great fun and utterly exhausting.

And one better way to satisfy an appetite worked up by all this energetic dancing than to have a steak - my first one since arriving in the US. Kellie, the friend i was with, has lived in and around Charleston for some time and so knows a fair few decent places to eat. Last night we went to TBonz - a gill and grill steakhouse (i.e. seafood and steak) where we had buffalo shrimp (melt in the mouth, belive me) and i followed it with a sirloin that had been marinated in teryaki, pineapple juice and tropical spices. It was fantastic! And the best thing was that i didn't feel to guilty - having burnt off any number of calories with the dancing. Suffice to say, i've been practicing my steps for next time...triple step, triple step, rock step.