Ashland, Oregon, Sept. 5—
DINNER AT A NEIGHBORHOOD steak-and-seafood joint tonight: Omar's. We've eaten there before; it's something of a joke among us four couples who spend a week in this town every year, seeing plays, hanging out, getting older. Some of us think it's okay; others really don't particularly like it. Tonight I had steak, salad, and baked potato. I opted for the "petite" top sirloin, a mere seven ounces, probably twice as much as I wanted. Grain fed, fairly tender, with that curious buttery texture such beef has. Cooked exactly to my specification, though, and the potato, ordered without sour cream and splashed with olive oil, was what I wanted.Martini; Montepulciano d'Abruzzo in carafe
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