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R and I had dinner at Maggiano's tonight, which is a nice semi-upscale Italian chain with its home base in Chicago. It was Mum's treat, to make up for me not getting to come home this weekend.

I had seafood canneloni, which was pretty amazing, and R got a steak about six inches thick, which he valiantly finished off along with the sausages and marinated mushrooms that came with it. Which led to the following conversation as we left the restaurant to stroll around the loop for a while.

R: Man, I don't think I've had a real steak like that in about five years. I used to eat a lot of red meat. I'm not sure how I'm gonna react to that steak.
Me: You're gonna get the meat sweats!

And then we got distracted by a walk signal or something. But about fifteen minutes later, as we were heading for the train...

R: Okay you're going to have to explain to me what meat sweats are, because I ate meat and now I'm sweating.
Me: When you eat a lot of meat, you get meat sweats!
R: How long do they last?
Me: Forever.
R: How can I tell the difference between meat sweats and an oncoming heart attack?
Me: Meat sweats are more like, a really full, gouty feeling.
R: Don't tell me what gouty means.

I do miss him when he's not around.

Comments

[abby1000.livejournal.com]

I have eaten a couple of Maggiano's locations and found the meals enjoyable. I have never had a steak though, I usually stick with pasta dishes.

[digitalemur.livejournal.com]

That is a great term. I'm going to try to teach it to my family, now that my sisters have come up with "pasta rage" or "carb rage" for the onset of irritation after eating a lot of carbs.

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Carb rage, I've never had. I've had pre-carb grumpiness, sure, but post-carb indulgence is just a sweet, sated lethargy.

[copperbadge.livejournal.com]

I'm surprised more people don't know it, I thought it was common slang!

[ysabet.livejournal.com]

I HAVE HAD THE MEAT SWEATS. Or, being of the female persuasion, should that be 'meat glows'? Sure hope not, because that sounds like irradiated pork butt or similar and that is not reassuring at all. But yes; I have chowed down on a lovely steak or ribs (oh ribs, I love you passionately) after a long, beefless period, and then felt odd and ill and sweaty (glowy? NO) afterwards. I had mental images of the tiny cellular elves that surely run my bodily systems having to rummage frantically around for the instructions on how to run the Red Meat Converters.