My steak was dry (which is most obviously a cardinal sin in this beef-lovin’town), yet undercooked. How do you pull off both of those at the same time? I don’t know either. Point is, just spend the cash and go to Plaza III.
Or, if you’re a true cowmeatophile like me, just grill your own worcestershire-covered cuts of Bessie over a blazing-hot (oh jeez, I can almost smell the carmelization) grill. Because after all, if you want something done right, you may as well do it your god-damned self.
Peace, love and red meat,
Kinner
