From The New York Times
By Allen Salkin
MARTHA FLACH mentioned meat twice in her Match.com profile: “I love architecture, The New Yorker, dogs ... steak for two and the Sunday puzzle.”
She was seeking, she added, “a smart, funny, kind man who owns a suit (but isn’t one) ... and loves red wine and a big steak.”
The repetition worked. On her first date with Austin Wilkie, they ate steak frites. A year later, after burgers at the Corner Bistro in Greenwich Village, he proposed. This March, the rehearsal dinner was at Keens Steakhouse on West 36th Street, and the wedding menu included mini-cheeseburgers and more steak.
Ms. Wilkie was a vegetarian in her teens, and even wore a “Meat Is Murder” T-shirt. But by her 30s, she had started eating cow. By the time she placed the personal ad, she had come to realize that ordering steak on a first date had the potential to sate appetites not only of the stomach but of the heart.
Good trend. Good trend. We once broke up with someone in college because they didn’t want to have supper at “Murder King.” They replaced “Burger” with “Murder” and made us feel like real jerks. Well, the shoe is on the other foot, isn’t it, hippie? To paraphrase John Travolta from Pulp Fiction, bacon tastes good, pork chops taste good, and so do burgers, hot dogs, steaks, barbeque, and basically the entire animal kingdom. High-end burger restaurants and steak-frites places are on every third corner in NYC (the rest of America should have them next year or so, except LA, they still hate meat). We’re not sure where it can goo from here. We just hope that all-you-can-eat churrascarias (click for Wikipedia definition) begin to take off in the US of A. We ran into a great quote about this from the director Jon Kasdan – check it. As Homer Simpson once said, “You don’t make friends with salad,” and we’re guessing the same can be said about lovers.