I love shit like that - every now and then you just got to just spend a bit and enjoy fine things.
Like the restaurant I went to for my 50th, I ordered an amazing marbled wage steak & added truffle shavings - fucking delicious - one of those places where they bring you a selection of steaks and you choose the one you want - so the steak was $200+ on its own.
Work chipped in with a $150 voucher, so that went on a bottle of wine (Syrah from Waiheke Island, NZ - one I’d had before, but this one didn’t quite live up to expectation).
As I get older, I’m more inclined to pay for quality produce - fortunately live on the outskirts of Melbourne, so farmers markets are a thing - I buy most of my meat from there - the difference in quality to supermarkets is pronounced.
There’s a butcher I go to when I get the chance that does amazing cuts of steak - I normally end up drooping a small fortune on Black Opal Wagu Scotch filllets which are delicious…. But not fucking cheap - it’s important I get rid of the receipt and never discuss the price with the missus… she still prefers the “I got this on quick sale going out of date from the supermarket” crap (which can be ok from time to time, to be fair).