Thread: Steak!!!

I've eaten at a number of great steak houses across the country, but the best I've been to is Charley's in Orlando, FL. Last time there I had the Kobe Ribeye. I think it was American Kobe, but still, it was incredible. Expensive but worth it. I've also had their Filet, which is also incredible. Funny enough, I also had the lobster bisque last time I was there, and when they brought it out, it had a HUGE intact lobster claw (deshelled of course) hanging out of the soup. It didn't even fit in the bowl, so you could see half the claw sticking out. It was awesome!

I also enjoy my steak medium rare, and I think people who want it well done (or even medium well at a nice place) are pretty ridiculous, but it sounds to me like the waiter in the OP's story was way out of line with that customer.

Originally Posted by pjrage

I also enjoy my steak medium rare, and I think people who want it well done (or even medium well at a nice place) are pretty ridiculous, but it sounds to me like the waiter in the OP's story was way out of line with that customer.

It wasn't the waiter as much as it was the chef. I sat there feeling the tension. I agree with you. Although I did laugh when the burnt up piece of beef came out of the kitchen, I would have preferred less drama during my lunch.

I was enjoying dinner with some friiends at a upscale joint out in Montauk a few years back. Across from us was a guy about sixty with a boobed, blonde trophy at most half his age. (I have no trouble with the cradle robbin'. My last girlfriend was 22 and I was fourty two when we moved on.) So this guy orders abottle of wine that was priced at a buck and a half. The waiter brings the red and does it all according to Hoyle. The guy sniffs the cork like he knows what he sniffin' for and gives a little Vito Corleone back handed wave signalling the waiter to put a splash in his glass. The babe is not looking impressed when she says, "Can I just have a glass of the wine, any wine?"

So Sugar Pop lifts the pretty stemmed goblet, sloshes the wine around, holds it up to the light and looks through it before he takes a very noisy sip and starts swishing it theatrically in his dentured mouth. The chiick is looking really thirsty when Mr. Wonderful says, "The wine is off. I don't want this bottle. Send it back."

The waiter plays it very cool and takes the wine away, including the half glass the guy had. He says, "I am very sorry sir. I think we can straighten this out. will be right back." Not five minutes later, the waiter returns with the sommelier who is holding the offending bordeaux.

With ridiculous flourish he polishes the sliver ladle on a tremendous chain around his neck then splashes into it a couple tablespoons of the red. The sommelier bangs the bottle onto the table and suckked the wine into his pursed lips as if he was breathing the stuff. The blond is now visibly annoyed. The sommelier looks at her, not at the balding artificial authority as he says quietly, "I see nothing wrong except perhaps it could breathe for another twenty minutes. What is it you would like me to do about this wine sir?"

"Ridiculous! The wine is corked. I want another bottle of the same!"

"But Harry, I jjust want a glass of wine. I don't care what bottle it comes from."

I'm sorry sir. If this bottle of bordeaux does not conform to your remarkably educated standards, I'm afraid we have nothing in the house that would be good enough for you." And he walks away with the bottle.

The girl started shouting at her date and they are asked to leave the restaurant.

Ah yes, I guess I meant the cook was out of line, not the waiter! I misread it and thought the waiter was the one who came out again with the steak.

Another interesting story you had, though. You tell a story well, I enjoyed reading it Those types of people drive me nuts, lol.

Medium-rare filet mignon at the Metropolitan Grill in Seattle. Best. Steak. Ever.

For you "just this side of breathing" steak men: