Mike Goes To A Steakhouse
Last night I went to BLTSteak for dinner, armed with a $250 gift certificate for my birthday that Heather gave me. I left with mixed emotions.
The oysters were jamming. I love any kind of seafood, especially the variety that has a lot of legs/appendages and/or has a carapice/shell. I really can't stress that enough - I love anything edible that comes from the sea, be it crab, fish, or sponge. I have no actual experience eating real sponge, but I imagine I would enjoy it as I could pretend I was eating SpongeBob Squarepants and crushing the dreams of trillions of children (and developmently delayed adults). Back to the oysters - they were jamming. Fresh, salty, tasty... everything an oyster should be.
With the oysters I had two Pomegranate Smashes, which were basically kool-aid with a dash of vodka. Slightly disappointing.
Next came the steak, which was a revelation for me: I don't like steak. I mean, I don't HATE it, but.. I don't LOVE it. I had a medium rare filet and it was good, don't get me wrong, but it was just like.. this is it? I had it with peppercorn sauce, which helped, but I mean.. at the end of the day.. I just paid $41 for 12 ozs of steak... and it tasted good and all, but really, I just don't like steak that much and I think in general I just don't like things that are meant to just sit there and be consumed without any real preparation. I bet I could eventually learn how to cook a steak and for me, thats not real cookery. It's like art (not Art) - if I think I could eventually paint or sculpt something, then it can't be real art. Same goes for cookerying - if I could make it, its not real food.
The sides were good, but when you pay $9 for potato gratin at a steakhouse, I was sorta expecting a couple potatoes worth of gratin.. and all we got was like 6 thin sliced potatoes in gratinesey sauce. Woopty doo.
The dessert was awesome -- apple cobbler with bourbon ice cream. I'm a huge fan of pie/ice cream combinations and an ice cream that involved liquor was A-OK with me.
I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with all this. Basically, I think I've decided that I'm not a big fan of steakhouses.. although maybe next time I'll get something other than the steak.
This is my pathetic blog of the day. This is Mike, signing off.
The oysters were jamming. I love any kind of seafood, especially the variety that has a lot of legs/appendages and/or has a carapice/shell. I really can't stress that enough - I love anything edible that comes from the sea, be it crab, fish, or sponge. I have no actual experience eating real sponge, but I imagine I would enjoy it as I could pretend I was eating SpongeBob Squarepants and crushing the dreams of trillions of children (and developmently delayed adults). Back to the oysters - they were jamming. Fresh, salty, tasty... everything an oyster should be.
With the oysters I had two Pomegranate Smashes, which were basically kool-aid with a dash of vodka. Slightly disappointing.
Next came the steak, which was a revelation for me: I don't like steak. I mean, I don't HATE it, but.. I don't LOVE it. I had a medium rare filet and it was good, don't get me wrong, but it was just like.. this is it? I had it with peppercorn sauce, which helped, but I mean.. at the end of the day.. I just paid $41 for 12 ozs of steak... and it tasted good and all, but really, I just don't like steak that much and I think in general I just don't like things that are meant to just sit there and be consumed without any real preparation. I bet I could eventually learn how to cook a steak and for me, thats not real cookery. It's like art (not Art) - if I think I could eventually paint or sculpt something, then it can't be real art. Same goes for cookerying - if I could make it, its not real food.
The sides were good, but when you pay $9 for potato gratin at a steakhouse, I was sorta expecting a couple potatoes worth of gratin.. and all we got was like 6 thin sliced potatoes in gratinesey sauce. Woopty doo.
The dessert was awesome -- apple cobbler with bourbon ice cream. I'm a huge fan of pie/ice cream combinations and an ice cream that involved liquor was A-OK with me.
I'm not entirely sure where I'm going with all this. Basically, I think I've decided that I'm not a big fan of steakhouses.. although maybe next time I'll get something other than the steak.
This is my pathetic blog of the day. This is Mike, signing off.
posted by Mike at 12:41 PM
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