If you could hire a psychic manservant, your every need would be wordlessly met -- like hugs when you're sad, or frosty Beast Ice when you're awake. For that same consideration from a restaurant, hit EPIC Roasthouse.
From the talent behind Campton Place, Jardiniere, and Boulevard, EPIC's an industrial-chic meat temple with million dollar views of the Bay Bridge and Treasure Island (buy now to get your free gifts of a South Bay view, and the extendo handle).
The menu's loaded with meat you crave (Kobe beef, Carlton Ranch pork, tableside prime rib service), plus a sides section intuitively entitled "Stuff You Want In a Steakhouse" -- which includes sautéed spinach w/ garlic confit, but no.
Because EPIC knows you talk about being busy, they offer a 50-minutes in-and-out Multitasker's Luncheon (2-course feast + cookies); there's also a Missed Breakfast weekend brunch -- because they also know you can't leave the house before watching The McLaughlin Report/Spider Riders.
Further evidence of EPIC's you-mniscience: their trio of New Orleans-influenced "hangover drinks", and a small-batch bourbon program that includes their own barrel of Rip Van Winkle -- named for a man whose own psychic manservant got to go 20 years without a Beast run.