The first time I went to the Huron River Hunting and Fishing Club, affectionately known as the “Hunt and Grunt” club I was in college.  I had a buddy that I chummed around with, and I eventually grew to learn that he came from a rather affluent family.  We would play golf at two days a week to use up his father’s required tab at both clubs.  We would have breakfast, eight holes of golf, lunch, another eight holes of golf, dinner and party through out the night.  We did this one day at Orchard Lake Country Club and the other day at Oakland Hills Country Club.  One night he said that we had to go for dinner at another club for the same reason and said we are going to the Hunt and Grunt Club.  Who was I to argue, a dinner is a dinner, especially when you are a college student and always was hungry.

When we got there, he told me to follow his lead, and so I did.  The waiter asked if we were hungry and my friend said we could eat an elephant, and I agreed.  After an appetizer and salad, out came our entrée.  We were each served a thirty-six ounce porterhouse steak cooked to perfection.  I had never seen a steak that size, somehow we both managed to make it disappear while we were talking and having a grand old time.

Many years later, some friends of ours that belonged to a country club, invited us out for dinner.  I thought that we were going to the country club, but they said that they had reciprocity through their club at the Huron River Club and since there was an affair at their club that they were not attending, we were going to this new venue.  I wasn’t even aware that I had been there, because they had used the proper name for the club.  When I got there, I had to laugh as I related the prior story to my Bride and the couple that were our hosts.   Needless to say, I did not order the same entrée that I had enjoyed years ago, as it would have been the death of me if I had.  We did enjoy a wonderful filet dinner.

We also had a couple of bottles of Cabernet Sauvignon wine that evening.  We enjoyed Franciscan Oakville Estate from Napa Valley in California.   I am sorry that I do not remember this wine as I have some other wines, but I know that we must have enjoyed it, as we did go through two bottles of it.  Sometimes even an old raconteur has lapses of memory.