I know my meat by name

A young man and young woman, late-20s, walking out of Starbucks.

Him: I wonder why they call it Ruth’s Chris Steakhouse.

Her: What do you mean?

Him: Well, it’s not like it’s Ruth and Chris’ Steakhouse. So it’s Ruth’s Steakhouse. Where does the Chris come from?

Her: Maybe they only serve steak made out of the meat of cows named Chris?

He shrugs. They leave the coffee shop.

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