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Sat 16 Aug, 2003 11:24 am
25 years ago, after trying various cuts of steaks I decided that the only one for me was T bone steak, but because it was expensive I could only afford it once a week, my logic was simple, better to look forward to a heavenly steak once per week than a bland steak every other day.
This brings me to my question, the other night a friend and I went to a steakhouse and I had the usual and he had a porterhouse steak,
what exactly is a porterhouse steak?
A Porterhouse steak is on the upper right and left sides of the cow. (moo) It is either pan fried or broiled. Named after "port house" with in the 19th century were places travelers could stop and get a bite. In New York City a port house-keeper became famous for his Porterhouse steaks...and so the name stuck.
Um, they're usually from steers...
Thanks phoenix,
That was pretty instructive although I'm not sure I followed all of it.
I am now going for a chinese take away which requires absolutely no thinking about.
Thanks a lot phoenix,
Now I'm going out for an indian take out.
mmmmmmmmmmmmm tandoori
steak has it's place. when you're lunching with lawyers. tandoori is for when you are with friends.
All right, All bloody right, I am now having a cold meat sandwich which nobody could possibly find fault with., It's a tongue and salad sandwich.
Take the piss out of that if you can.
Salad? Like green leaves?
and tongue.
O.K.
Interesting.
So you've got no friends to have tandoori with? Is that what you're saying?
O.K. Margo
since I have no chance of survival no-matter what I do, for my last meal on earth I'm gonna go out where I came in:
Fish and chips, mushy peas and two slices of crusty bread and butter.
O.K. Margo,
I am now reduced to having two boiled eggs with toast, and I would greatly appreciate a complete lack of discussion about which orofices eggs came from.
Yes max, from a creature that used to be alive. My wife always used to say, I could never eat anything that came out of an animals mouth (tongue) but she never had a problem eating eggs.
I think I'm going to live out my life on distilled water.
ever notice those streaks on really fresh eggs?
ick
ebeth,
thank you for ensuring that I will never look at an egg again.
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