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So, we're at one of our favourite teppanyaki places for dinner, and 5 of the 10 people smooshed around the table (me and hubby included) order a filet and...whatever combo. Two diners, not us, get the meat well done. We and the other person go for medium rare (which usually ends up closer to medium anyway).
I mean, fine, do what you want with your meat (innuendo intentional) but seriously, if you're gonna burn the damn thing, get some other cut of cow. It's an injustice, in my opinion, to cook such a tender bit of meat so overly much. Bleh.
Yeah yeah I know, #firstworldproblems. Still, was a tasty dinner as always.
It was funny too, the chef seared both sides of one of the filets and jokingly acted like he was going to hand it to me. Hubby pipes up that "she'd probably eat it" and...yeah...I probably would. Rare, medium rare, it's all good.
I mean, fine, do what you want with your meat (innuendo intentional) but seriously, if you're gonna burn the damn thing, get some other cut of cow. It's an injustice, in my opinion, to cook such a tender bit of meat so overly much. Bleh.
Yeah yeah I know, #firstworldproblems. Still, was a tasty dinner as always.
It was funny too, the chef seared both sides of one of the filets and jokingly acted like he was going to hand it to me. Hubby pipes up that "she'd probably eat it" and...yeah...I probably would. Rare, medium rare, it's all good.