Ok. Provided I don't know it's my last meal and God happens to time it so that I don't actually know it's my last meal (in which case I couldn't eat): My brother-in-law's Italian restaurant, "Michael's." Beef tenderloin and mushrooms in Michael's wine sauce, with the french fried onions on top, and a side of spaghetti with Michael's AWESOME Italian "gravy." Salad with Michael's house dressing. Red wine. With Michael's grand player piano in the background, playing beautifully whatever... Maybe I should start ordering a lobster tail with that. Just in case.
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