imagine please:
a rib eye, that's over 2 inches thick, marbled to perfection, weight is around 20 ounces...
the chef, has trained for 20 years before being allowed to touch your steak.
it's cooked with such loving care, that all the cow ancestors feel honored and blessed
the perfect sear, the perfect color and temperature.
the absolutely perfect mouth feel
you become one with steak, your mouth has an orgasm, the after glow lasts for hours and hours
in the mean time, you have a baked potato soaked in bacon fat under a full moon by elves, hand rubbed with sacred sea salts
the butter was made that morning from the milk of virgin cow blessed with udderly good cream
everything else is perfectly sublime... the wine, the decore, the ambience
when you take a dump later, a choir of angels sing, and you orgasm once more, but not from the steak, but your body rejecting unclean proteins from your body
and ... you didn't pay for a dime of that
plus the service afterwards, yup, happy birthday to you