The most expensive pukefest of my life →[More:] Last night me and pips decided to enjoy a meal at the
Mesa Grill (celebrity chef Bobby Flay's New York outpost) as a second honeymoon/reward for all the crap we put up with. The food was exquisite: tuna tartare, goat cheese fondue, ceviche, pan eared venison, washed down with Cactus Pear margaritas and 18 year old scotch...everything was uniformly wonderful. However once I got home my stomach decided to rebel and I spend almost all of last night barfing up rougly $130 worth of the first gourmet meal I've had in NYC. Now my head hurts, my joints ache and I'm sweating. Pips is fine, because she didn't have the venison. Food poisoning sux.