I never gave an update on how Double Steak Day went. Suffice it to say that it was awesome, and I made myself sick, and I won't want to do it again for another year.

Also, I'm hereby fiatting that Peter Luger Steakhouse, New York's preeminent steak place, is no longer an acceptable Double Steak Day destination.

Why? Because they serve your entire table steak on one big plate, and it's really hard to tell whether you've eaten exactly one steak. I may have accidentally eaten two and a quarter steaks on Double Steak Day. Some of my friends may have only eaten one and seven eighths steaks.

It's all very against the spirit of the holiday.

And while I couldn't take pictures of the two-ish steaks I ate, because my camera phone crapped out on me at an inconvenient time, I can share the following with you.

This picture is of graphitti found on the base of a flag pole in the Bronx, where I was waiting for a ride to steak number uno:

So if you come across Benil(?), Nikka, Prudity(?), Matthew, Kathy C, Casey or Kelby on MySpace, you should totally hit them up.