Down for the Count

Chalk up another night in to food coma.

Yup, yet again, we've decided to forgo the legendary Whistler nightlife because we decided to pig out at a restaurant. Caesar salads, salmon, steak, more salmon, prawns, Bellinis, butternut squash ravioli. My friends still refuse to believe that we just ate at a chain restaurant (Milestone's) because it was so good. If the chain restaurants are this good up here, I want to move to Canada. The locally produced wine ain't bad, either. The waiter recommended the Sandhill cab-merlot and it paired perfectly with my bloody rare striploin. And now I'm obsessed with finding this wine. Almost as buttery and rich as the steak itself.

I must be getting old when I find food and wine to be a higher priority than chasing tail at nightclubs.