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"MY Steakhouse" contest winner

This story has drawn attention of judges of our competition by its unusual transparency d touching. Expressive and even a little bit intimate moments like a sketch where emotions have closely interwined with taste of meal and have not left us indifferent both as professionals and as common readers. Last Friday happy winner of restaurant Steakhouse competition has come to us as a guest.

I am a man and I cannot disregard the fact, that Elena (it is her name) is simply charming. And I was bold enough to distract her having asked her to tell about herself.

- Lena why did you decide to take part in this competition?

- The purpose of participation in such actions for me is not to receive a prize or to become famous. I have enormous temp of living: strained, but interesting work, family... And light creativity - some kind of, emotional reloading. For example, recently I have written a picture of improvised materials (water-based paint, oil paint, gouache). However, the base of a picture (canvas, underframe, etc) has been made duly. It was impressionism by form and surrealism by plot. For the same reason I took part in competition. For me it was an opportunity to express myself.

- How did you manage to get to us for supper with such an intense schedule?

- Some of my family and personal holidays were "postponed till tomorrow" because of the lack of time. A supper in Steakhouse is an excellent occasion to celebrate all them together. This evening has been filled by senses and became an occasion for many past holidays - anniversaries of wedding, graduation from high schools. There were some romanticism, some nostalgia and as it is habitual in Steak - pleasant and tasty!

I sat down near a window on a ground floor and I saw an excellent view of THAT treasured corner where my story was taking place and same as before I saw twilight and photos of the sea. How did you know? I don’t get it! In fact there was no word about a table in my story. I and Steakhouse both understand each other - without words. I should admit that it pleases!

- About whom is your story written?

- This story is devoted to my first tender feelings. It was five years ago. My first visit in Steakhouse took place in this time and I have simply fallen in love with this place. Maybe that is why I remember my story so precisely and in details.

- How do you feel this evening?

- I am grateful to you, because everything is very tasty here as always. We have ordered salad with chicken and chanterelles, crispy fried squids and pork chop on bone. And of course my favorite tiramisu and coffee with milk for a dessert. I want to express huge gratitude to you just because you exist and do what you do. I shall not admire too much, because the editor may cut out my laudatory ode (in fact the natural modesty is inherent to you as well). Just thank you! Just keep it that way!

And here is the story which won the contest:

He was more senior than she… she was good … the soul lived in her small body… They sat in silence and home-style cozy corner of restaurant Steakhouse … The Little table for two seemed to be the whole world … He skillfully formed small portions of the most refined dish in the world with tips of his fingers… She ate greens with cheese and sauce from his hands … He was silently enjoying her naivety: almost imperceptible make-up, faultless pale manicure and her accurate manner, when she was slightly touching his fingers with her lips, she took the next portion of his culinary masterpiece … and not afraid of a mass of green young onions asked for more…