January 21, 2008 - My cousin Mike and I hang out a lot, and we've developed our own language of 1 or 2 word sayings that are funny to us that won't be funny to anyone else. "Fifty bucks!" "Cheap wine." "Not now chief." "Filets." So when Mike sent me a text message saying that he was coming over for dinner and brining filets, I presumed he meant filet mignon, which is what I usually cook for the two of us. I go down to Surf and Turf Market and pick up some prime filet mignon for $6.75 each (8 ounces each, an incredible deal), and cook them up. Instead, he brings over "Top Sirloin Filet". Not the same thing at all. It comes from a different part of the cow, has a different taste, and after cooking and eating them, I am going to have to insist on filet mignon, not top sirloin.