One things about the 50's to 60's, is the
HUGE full page ads for MEAT. No offense to PETA or any Vegans
out there - but I confess to being a pure carnivore!

AND I like it rare-RARE-rare!
Which helps explain why my wife hates to go to a steak house with me
where you have to tell the waitress how "rare" you want it.

She still blanches over my debate with the waitress on how "rare"
I was meaning when I said RARE. I finally told her:

"Look - just knock it's horns off, wipe it's ass, and send it out."






....another benefit to getting the steak so rare,
is you get to sopp up the blood with your dinner roll!

(oh sure...like no one else ever does that)