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I was at a fancy party years ago where they had some sort of fancy filet mignon appetizers, and it was simply amazing. It was a snooty enough party that you would feel guilty taking a second helping off the tray as they were walking around with them, but I did anyway. It took all my restraint to not have a third one. So I found the host and asked where they had gotten the meat and what it was. I mean, it was absolutely outstanding. Melted in your mouth. I forget what it was, some sort of Kobe filet mignon or something that they had gotten mail order from somewhere, and they had some local fancy caterer in the kitchen cooking them up. Damn, they were good.
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