The Filet Mignon
GE417
Instructor Gordon Shumway
Descriptive Essay
The Filet Mignon
It looked like imitation gold swirls that decorated the outer edges of the dishes they used, to serve our meals on, and with people coming in wearing suits and ties, it really made this place feel high-class--expensive. But what makes this place even more memorable, is because it was the place I had my first steak dinner.
The place was called Perdero’s, it was one of my father’s favorite places to eat, and I could easily see why. From the time you first approach the front door, with a man there waiting to hold the door open for you, to when you first walk in, a hallway lit up with indirect lighting, and then a man welcoming you and directing you to a white-cloth covered table with the shiniest silverware that sat on napkins with the letter ‘P’ embroidered on them. It made it seem as if you were royalty.
While sitting at the table, I remembered a large dish of fruit was placed in the center of the table, and deep wine glasses that were actual glass, were already there for drinking water while we wait for our meals to be prepared. The chairs we sat on, instead of hard plastic seat cushions with steal backs, similar to what you might find at a fast-food restaurant, they were actually very comfortable with soft pillow-like seats and backs that you could practically fall asleep in.
Not too long after, our waiter had arrived, a man that looked like he was wearing what would be a tuxedo without the finishing top coat; black slacks and a white top shirt that look to have a folded fringe-like design across the chest area, with a black bow tie on, and a cloth napkin laying over his left wrist, he asks us if we’re ready to make our order.
Looking over the menu, it would seem to be quite a task in itself, just to make a selection; everything looked so elaborate and detailed, with names that although were in English they seem like they were pronounced in a foreign language. The food looked more like
Instructor Gordon Shumway
Descriptive Essay
The Filet Mignon
It looked like imitation gold swirls that decorated the outer edges of the dishes they used, to serve our meals on, and with people coming in wearing suits and ties, it really made this place feel high-class--expensive. But what makes this place even more memorable, is because it was the place I had my first steak dinner.
The place was called Perdero’s, it was one of my father’s favorite places to eat, and I could easily see why. From the time you first approach the front door, with a man there waiting to hold the door open for you, to when you first walk in, a hallway lit up with indirect lighting, and then a man welcoming you and directing you to a white-cloth covered table with the shiniest silverware that sat on napkins with the letter ‘P’ embroidered on them. It made it seem as if you were royalty.
While sitting at the table, I remembered a large dish of fruit was placed in the center of the table, and deep wine glasses that were actual glass, were already there for drinking water while we wait for our meals to be prepared. The chairs we sat on, instead of hard plastic seat cushions with steal backs, similar to what you might find at a fast-food restaurant, they were actually very comfortable with soft pillow-like seats and backs that you could practically fall asleep in.
Not too long after, our waiter had arrived, a man that looked like he was wearing what would be a tuxedo without the finishing top coat; black slacks and a white top shirt that look to have a folded fringe-like design across the chest area, with a black bow tie on, and a cloth napkin laying over his left wrist, he asks us if we’re ready to make our order.
Looking over the menu, it would seem to be quite a task in itself, just to make a selection; everything looked so elaborate and detailed, with names that although were in English they seem like they were pronounced in a foreign language. The food looked more like