Perry's Steakhouse & Grille Review

Perry's is an amazing steakhouse. It's in downtown Austin, on W. 7th St. When we got there, we had to walk a few blocks instead of the valet they offered, but it wasn't too bad. The outside of the building is plain, but the inside is beautiful. It's huge and dark, with geometric chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, walls covered with wine racks, and gorgeous designs on the walls, floors, and bar. There is also a grand staircase in the back leading up to a classy party area.
Even though we made a reservation, we had to sit at the bar for about thirty minutes chatting because it was so packed, but it was nice. The bar tender was attentive to everybody, and the bar was spread out and not cramped. My family ordered drinks (which I hear were delicious). Then, we got sat at a nice, comfortable table with little candles. We ordered Carpaccio and Escargot as appetizers, and they would melt in your mouth.The Carpacio was basically a super thin strip of raw meat topped with kale. It sounded wierd at first, but it was delicious. The Escargot was snail mixed in a sauce that you put on a piece of puff bread.
For the main course I ordered seared tuna, and it also melted in my mouth. My brother ordered a kabob of steak, lobster, and shrimp. He ate every bite and wouldn't let me have any. My dad and step-mom ordered steaks and they were the best steaks they had ever had. For desert we got a fried banana and ice cream. The waiter's assistant came out and set it on fire right in front of us. It was so cool! He could have done the sauce a bit better though, the brown sugar was sticking together.
Our waiter, Daniel, was very good and knew everything about the menu and drink options. He wasn't too annoying like some are, but checked in on us just when we needed it. The whole dinner was amazing other than the wait and price, it's definitely high-class. But for nice occasions and celebrations, it's perfect.

A Conspiracy Culture

     In the Washington Time's editorial piece, "EDITORIAL: A conspiracy culture", the author tells of the various conspiracy theories and rumors of the Sandy Hook shooting, and many other events throughout history.The rumors claim that the shooting was orchestrated by Mossad agents, or by our very own government. The author, however, believes that the theories from the past and present are all just people grasping at strings to avoid the truth of the matter; that evil exists and those things happen.     The author uses pathos to support their claim when they say "The theories thrive in a culture that continues to be dumbed down to avoid acknowledging the unpleasant reality that evil exists. This is basically saying that the theories are created out of fear in order to avoid the truth, the truth that evil exists.The author also uses pathos to support the claim here: "The outlandish claims abound: Kennedy was not killed by a lone gunman; the 1969 moon landing was staged; the government is covering up the existence of UFOs; Elvis still lives; Sasquatch exists; the Sept. 11, 2001, terrorist attacks were an inside job by the George W. Bush administration". This is basically saying how completely ridiculous all the conspiracy claims on the government are. It makes it seem even more so when she added Sasquatch and Elvis claims in there.
     I almost agree with this author. I agree that all of these claims could be completely and totally out of desperate imaginations. But at the same time, I have a small part of me that believes the government could be manipulating us in various things. If there really were aliens, I could see why the gov would hold back that info from the public. I could also see the somewhat corrupt government manipulating us, so that we unknowingly vote on something for the wrong reasons. I agree with the the author on the matter of the shooting though, I don't think the government would be so evil to make that up. Or even worse, to send the shooter. But could the Mossad have sent him? Thats something I still wonder. If that was the case, we would have a serious problem.