What Do You Mean You Don’t Eat No Meat? Lawry’s Prime Ribs

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Dear My Best Friend Maya,

There’s something I’ve been wanting to tell you but I just didn’t know how. I knew that this news would disappoint you, and even upset you, and I was searching for the perfect way to tell you without hurting your feelings. But I can no longer hold a secret of this magnitude to myself. Please don’t hate me when I say that … I gave up eating meat.

No, it’s not a typo. It’s true … I gave up eating anything that once moo-ed, oinked, crowed or quacked (and let me not forget “baaaa”ed). I know that this would come as a total shock since you and I dual-handedly kept the beef industry alive by consuming a shit-load of meat. Please don’t think that our weekly run to Grandma Kim’s for sizzling Korean BBQ for lunch (and risking being socially unacceptable at the office with the garlic stink oozing out of our pores) and our regular visits to Lawry’s for prime ribs (and passing out on the way home from food coma) were all a ruse. They were all real.

Don’t you worry, girlie, I won’t be gone forever. I’ll be back in a month or two, I promise. I just want to see what it’s like on the other side of the world for a bit. And when I return, we’ll take on Flemmings, Ruth Chris and Gyu-Kaku in style again. And yes, our ploy to hijack the silver cart at Lawry’s is still on. Until then, I leave you with these images from our last prime ribs outing (which has the same affect as men drooling over sexy centerfolds in Playboy magazine).

XOXO,
Hirono

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Lawry’s Prime Ribs
100 N. La Cienega, Beverly Hills, CA 90211
★★★★★