In a recent episode of Top Chef, the contestants were asked to cook what the guest celebrity chefs would request as their last meal. Of course, being chefs, most of their selections were things I’ve barely heard of. I grew up in Manhattan. What the hell is a squab? And since my cooking “expertise” is limited to the microwave and the George Foreman Grill, I’ve never heard of most of the seasonings and spices used on the show.
My girlfriend asked me what my last meal would be and, without hesitation, my reply was one word: STEAK.
I’ve been fortunate enough to share many fantastic meals with her. Her birthday dinner at Auberge du Soleil in Napa Valley last year was incredible beyond description. And just last weekend, Valentine’s Day dinner at Atlantic Fish in Boston left both of our tummies very happy. We both love sushi. Even less upscale places like our favorite restaurant on Long Beach Island, the Black Whale, always measure up well.
But nothing gives me the same satisfaction as a nice, thick, juicy steak.
Whether it’s from established landmarks like Peter Luger’s, Sparks, Uncle Jack’s or Ruth’s Chris (last night’s birthday dinner — thank you!), or from inexpensive alternatives like Steve’s Sizzling Steaks, Arthur’s or even Outback (and NO, I am NOT comparing the second list to the first, just saying I love both and they both have their respective places), steak rocks my world.
In the words of the great Homer J. Simpson, “Mmmm … STEAK!”