Why not? ...I am craving a medium-rare steak grilled to perfection, with a side of Lyonnaise potatoes and mushrooms drizzled in a herb-infused garlic butter.

[The stuff dreams are made of - and more than enough motivation to wash and get dressed, if he had no other reason.]

How about Lorenzo's, at eight? My treat, of course. [It's one of the few places he'll dine in where reservations don't need to be made at least a few days in advance.]