So it was the summer of 2012, this was during my first year with the resort, and I'm still working nights because I lived on the small island. Well, its now past 9:30, time to wrap things up but sometimes we want to have a staff meal. Well, even though the past few nights, the restaurant did have New York Strip (my favorite beef cut) under Specials, it didn't this night. Well, I figured since I just wanted beef anyway, I'll go ahead and order a Filet Mignon which was a menu standard. I went ahead and did this because it wasn't the first time I ever ate a Filet Mignon. So I get my Filet Mignon, I'm starving to death and I take one bite, and…
I swear I literally, with my ears, heard something go *FWOOOOSH* inside my mouth, and what felt like a big, gigantic, thick gas ball from Jupiter's core all into my gums and teeth. I was swearing to GOD I was only imagining this, and that there was nothing about my food that was actually making me uncomfortable. But still… I ate a second bite, and it was the same thing and this time, I was trying to figure out what this was. It was some freaking weird, bizarre combination of Garlic, Steak Sauce, Balsamic (oh God, the Balsamic was the worst part), Mushrooms, and some sort of "mist" in my mouth. So I take a third bite, and its
still there! At this point, my Chef has just walked out of the kitchen, and he is seeing the strange faces I am making just across the bar from him. "… Ryan?? Are you alright?" he asks with a curios smile on his face.
"Alright, I am CERTAIN that there is nothing wrong with this, but…" I say. "I dunno, its like marinated too much! Its creating some sort of mist in my mouth!" I say likely, using some wussy pussy tone. and then my Chef just bursts into laughter and goes back to the kitchen and I quickly follow him to find him asking one of his cooks "Have you ever heard someone complain that their steak was marinated too much?"
At this point, I definitely don't want to eat anymore, and one of the bartenders has found out about all this, and he is like "Hey, don't throw it away! I'll eat it!" and he grabs a knife and fork and worfs down his free Filet Mignon right in front of me. This incident was kinda legendary during the next half a year. I frankly wasn't even embarrassed by it. It happened when we were closing and I didn't even make a scene. My chef went on to tell out loud, during a time we reminisced about it "You're going to be in a lot of trouble once you DO get a woman." which honestly did make me feel real

but hey, life goes on, I'm still happy.
My sister found out about it, and any time its brought up, she goes "It was Retarded!" She says if there was anyway to describe what happened, it was not "A Mist" and all the other coworkers told me, in Bahamian accent "All the juices squirt in your mouth" but in all honesty, it was a terrible Balsamic mixture and I had trouble running out platers of steaks for the rest of the summer.
Yes, this was autistic, but hey, sometimes I gotta get things off my mind.
