Ha! Gym mat! I can feel the toughness and taste the salt; that is a grim picture you paint.
My wife and I never really went to steakhouses that often, but now that we can cook a better steak than anyone else, it’s once in a blue moon that we go out for one. Marcel in Atlanta is the only place we go for steak and it’s an incredible experience. I just want to put that out there so that people know it can be done right, just rarely is.
I’ve actually never been to a “good” steakhouse. I’ve been to many steakhouses, mind you.
I hear people gushing about all kinds of great steaks they’ve had at various restaurants. I just sit there nonplussed and silent. I believe the average person doesn’t know good meat from the hole in their ass.
Edit. I think one of the big things was that I had no shortage of steak growing up. In some weird bipolar way, we did not have a lot of food and we did not have good food, but my father was obsessed with the idea that he was a big success and that meant steak on Sundays.
Our family could not afford the steak, and instead of doing it right, my cheap father would always cook 2 steaks for 5 people which we would then have to fight over.
And even though he was a terrible cook, and most of the stakes were done wrong, I learned by having to go back to the barbecue with my steaks over and again, how to cook them.
So I think I’m just completely bored with the idea that just going and getting a steak is a magic thing… like you can just go get one at the store
Ha! Gym mat! I can feel the toughness and taste the salt; that is a grim picture you paint.
My wife and I never really went to steakhouses that often, but now that we can cook a better steak than anyone else, it’s once in a blue moon that we go out for one. Marcel in Atlanta is the only place we go for steak and it’s an incredible experience. I just want to put that out there so that people know it can be done right, just rarely is.
I’ve actually never been to a “good” steakhouse. I’ve been to many steakhouses, mind you.
I hear people gushing about all kinds of great steaks they’ve had at various restaurants. I just sit there nonplussed and silent. I believe the average person doesn’t know good meat from the hole in their ass.
Edit. I think one of the big things was that I had no shortage of steak growing up. In some weird bipolar way, we did not have a lot of food and we did not have good food, but my father was obsessed with the idea that he was a big success and that meant steak on Sundays.
Our family could not afford the steak, and instead of doing it right, my cheap father would always cook 2 steaks for 5 people which we would then have to fight over.
And even though he was a terrible cook, and most of the stakes were done wrong, I learned by having to go back to the barbecue with my steaks over and again, how to cook them.
So I think I’m just completely bored with the idea that just going and getting a steak is a magic thing… like you can just go get one at the store