Daryl wrote:I like most steaks, but prefer to cook my own. Sirloin, T bone or fillet; thick cut and seared on a hot charcoal or open metal grill. Preference is rare, but blue and medium rare are ok as well. Sauces can be mushroom, pepper or diane. BBQ sauce is for cheap cuts in a hamburger.
Chips and salad are good sides, although I'm particular about the style of chips. Don't like the straw type of McDonalds, had some on a US cruise liner that were soggy and nearly black, and the English ones cooked on fat make me ill. Ideal is thick cut cooked in fresh vegetable oil to crisp golden outside and juicy inside. Bad habit of cooks here is to sit the steak on the chips, which makes them soggy.
I like cooking my own steaks as well Daryl. I cooked at a local steakhouse while still in high school. I was good enough that I could just touch a steak with my finger and tell how it was inside. I cooked at a steak house that drew crowds from the nearby marine base. Sundays saw lines wrapped around the building several times with people waiting in cars to get in line. It stayed like that for hours. The marines loved the spot because the atmosphere was fantastic, the steaks were the best I've ever tasted, and huge. The waitresses were all like high school cheerleaders in super-super-short black miniskirts with red, immaculately ironed, firm cotton shirts. They really struck a pose. There were fifteen to twenty waitresses all on the floor. Supermodels! People even collected the shirts because the restaurant was owned by a well known race car driver and had his name on the shirts. Marines would often buy the shirts right off of the waitresses' back. The shirts cost the waitresses $10. They sold them, embedded with their perfume and sweat, for $50 to $100. The steakhouse was situated right beside a cinema drive-in theater, where at night XXX movies were shown beginning at 9PM, and could be seen from the largest reserved party room in the restaurant. EVERYONE wanted to work the night shift! Sex-N-Steaks, best damn job I ever had. I would've worked there for free.
One Christmas party the manager locked the doors after the older workers all left. What was left was all of the super-short-skirted cheerleader waitresses and all of us teenagers. I can't tell you what went on. Classified high school fun!!!
The plates were steel plates inserted into dark black hard plastic. The fries were very thick, very delicious steak fries, not shoestring potatoes. But the baked potatoes! Delicious!! HUGE! The baked potatoes were so huge they were brought out on a separate plate. And required a half pound butter!
Peoples' heads would turn when a customer would intentionally ask for a large potato. What? Boy do we have one for you!
I had a marine who would always come in and ask for a large sirloin raw! No, you don't understand. Not rare, r-a-w! Just throw it on the grill, flip it. Flip it now! Put on a plate. Serve! So many cooks couldn't get it right so he took to ordering it from holding cooler to plate. No grill! He ate nothing else. No potatoes, salad or bread. I've seen some marines eat some odd food.
