Your Carnecopia for the Month
Steak is like Art. On a regular basis, our palettes are feed a solid dose of expected quality, like an eye catching urban mural or a well mounted replica of a classic. Every mortal at some point(s) becomes ensnared by hanger or inebriation and finds him or herself at a Waffle House/McDonald’s/Bodega counter ordering flank steak and eggs or a Philly cheese steak with extra meat (forgive me lord for I have sinned), which is akin to having to publicly display your roommate’s pathetic attempt at a city skyline from a horrible paint-and-wine-night. Every once in a while, a golden opportunity blesses your lowly existence and you experience an original Monet in the flesh, embraceing and extending the moment for as long as possible. The cut, quality, preparation, presentation and pairing all play into the experience; only for some, is the simple love of steak enough to do without the frills.
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