72 W. 36th Street
New York, NY 10018
Beautiful right? A nice, juicy, 12 ounce, USDA, prime grade, dry-aged, medium-rare piece of Filet Mignon. And any normal person would LOVE to get such a wonderful piece of meat. But if you ask me, it's not enough!
On a night when you've been craving steak for the longest time, is it so hard to imagine that this little nugget of beef would not satisfy a hunger that's been on hold since you can remember?
Am I greedy to want a larger portion to fill my stomach and satiate my desire to consume red meat?
I'd like to think the answer is "no" but I know people will disagree with me. But no matter, I did what I wanted. After the thick-cut bacon and some crab cakes for appetizers, I ordered the USDA, prime grade, dry aged, T-bone steak. Yup. All that steak, all for me!
Like I mentioned on Instagram, I ordered it medium because my palette hasn't yet figured out how to enjoy anything less cooked. Some people say it gets tougher the more cooked it is. And that may be so, but I enjoy it pink and juicy, not red and moo-ing.
Whatever the case may be, I thoroughly enjoyed eating this steak. With some sauteed mushrooms and hash browns on the side, the meal was complete. The char was just right. At many steakhouses, I notice the overuse of salt, but this T-bone was seasoned just right. The fat was not excessive, but complimented the portion in a way that allowed a savory bite with each piece eaten. Cutting into the slab of meat you could feel and see the juiciness, but it wasn't drowning in its own blood (thankfully). I normally prefer my liquid to come in the form of wine, most especially a Malbec in steak-meal situations. So we paired it. Anyway, there was a certain toughness to meat itself, but when you're hungry and craving a cow your knife seems to cut through anything with ease.
Overall, I enjoyed my experience at Keens. That's usually attributable to the company that I keep. And for a typical guys' night out, this was a typical meal for us. Steak is always enjoyable in good company.
Stay greedy my friends...
(for the lack of my favorite cut, bone-in rib-eye)