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Medium Rare, Not Medium Well

Yesterday I did something that I don't normally do, and I was very glad that I did.

Joe and I went to a very nice restaurant for a late lunch -- Grillmarx, a fairly new steak joint. I've been jonesing for some prime rib, a treat I don't allow myself very often, and Grillmarx had it. Not only that, they also feature oysters on the half shell, which Joe and I both love.

Now here's a tip: If the restaurant does not publish the prices on the website, it's a pretty sure bet that said prices do not reside in the bargain basement. We knew this, but the lure of oysters and steak and the fact that we already got our state tax refund convinced us to treat ourselves.

We got a table right away -- always nice -- and ordered. We started out with a dozen Narragansett oysters. They were wonderful! I know oysters on the half shell are not everyone's cup of tea, but I love 'em. These were plump and meaty, just salty enough, and really fresh.

Then our entrees arrived. Joe's burger looked terrific, but my prime rib... well, I ordered it medium rare, and it was not even close to medium rare. Normally I just suck these things up and eat anyway, but I this time I just couldn't, not when the dish cost what it did.

So before the server left, I sent it back.

Of course, I apologized for doing it, but at least I did it! I grabbed my side dish off the plate and enjoyed that while I waited. It was a really really good grits with cheddar cheese and scallions. I was resigned to waiting, but then lo and behold, my new main dish arrived. The server apologized and placed it in front of me.

It was perfect.

I will never be shy about sending back dishes that are wrong again.