"We doin' big pimpin, we spendin' cheese..."

Last night the Mrs. and I rolled into Bern’s for dinner. As you may have guessed, my days of self parking are long gone. I rolled the Fusion right on up to valet and tossed him the keys. Cause that’s how you know you’re a baller. Maybe it was the cocktails and wine, or maybe it was the copious amount of time I spent in the sun yesterday, or perhaps a combination of both, but I decided to get crazy and break all ordering conventions. First, I noticed that one of the appetizer specials was “Tres Tacos”. Three soft tacos, one each of beef, shrimp, and pork and done in a way that only Bern’s could pull off. Truly phenomenal. Then for the first time in my life I ordered something at Bern’s besides steak, opting for the rare, peppered Tuna. This particular dish came with, oddly enough, Fries. These were no crap Oreda fries though. These were Bern’s fries and they were the best I have ever tasted. So apparently Tampa’s finest steakhouse is now my favorite Tacos and French Fries joint….because deep down I’m simple. Later in the desert room, the Mrs. and I got embroiled in a heated game of “Name That Tune” using the songs the pianist was playing. After she jumped out to a quick 4-2 lead, I came roaring back and took the game 5-4. The song I won on? Barry Manilow’s “Copacabana”…..because deep down I am also very gay.