Possibly the only entry that falls under “Food” and “Landmarks”

There’s a scene in The Matrix where Cypher discusses the price of his betrayal with Agent Smith in a fancy restaurant, over some steak. That steak is presumably the ideal steak, the most perfect combination of taste and texture that a neural implant can render. It certainly looks (and sounds) like it onscreen. Whenever I think about that scene or watch the movie, I usually get a craving for dead cow, to which even the finest Applebee’s cut inevitably fails to live up.

Last night, Maria took me to the Mayan Gypsy on Market Street. I ordered the Tierra y Mar, medium rare. And it was that steak.

I don’t think I can ever go to another restaurant again.