First day, first meal.

The only good thing about this bet is that I was given a reprieve-- today would count as my first day even though it was just about done.  I had already had a wonderful lunch with some of my colleagues that far exceeded this $12.50 limit, so at least I could think back on that while I consumed whatever crap I'd have to stomach.

Of course, it's Friday, so you know what that means-- I should be having a fucking filet mignon for dinner.  I want steak, so I'm getting steak.  What I found out is that "steak" shouldn't apply to anything under $40.

The wife and I wanted to see a movie, so we stopped by the food court for something...and I found Tin Star:

It was a bad choice.  I said I wanted fucking steak, and dammit, I was going to have steak.  So these #1 tacos are made with "steak."  I put "steak" in quotation marks because it tasted like horse dick marinated in cat piss.

This is going to be the worst 30 days of my life.