craving a ribeye, i went to a local steakhouse located on a golf course called teresa’s prime. when i called them for a reservation, the guy told me there was only one seat left at the bar. otherwise i’d have to wait until 8:30pm. it was 6:20pm at the time, so i went ahead and booked it. i changed my clothes then pulled up at 6:50pm. i told him my name was david, and he recognized me when i walked in the door. everyone there was so nice. he walked me to my seat. the bartenders got me bread, a water, and menus. i got calamari for a starter along with a ribeye and fries for my meal. the guy who took my reservation even came to check on me during my meal. i got into conversation with the gentleman sitting next to me. he asked what i ordered. i went on to tell him i’m trying new steakhouses around the area. he gave me 3 recommendations. pellana in peabody, the bancroft in burlington, and davio’s in lynnfield. his wife asked where i was from and i told her north carolina, but i’ve been here for 2 years. they asked if i went skiing or did any outdoor activities. i told them i’d hike in the appalachains here and there back home, but i wanted to try the white mountains. he told me to be careful because people still die in the white mountains, even in the summertime. he says people try to get to each of the 5 peaks, but it’s not as easy as it sounds. considering maura murray and the book she had in her car, hearing how people died in the white mountains tonight made me more nervous to see them than i already was. we left around the same time, but i told him i’d see him around as i’m on a steakhouse wave. the ribeye was cooked very well, though i wish it was seasoned a bit more. the fries were good. the calamari was excellent, even better than del frisco’s. when i walked out, i thought how it’s been a while since i’ve been out to eat somewhere new alone.
though i value time to myself, it felt like something was missing.
-ratha, 9:31pm, 3.10.23