The arrogance of “chefs” who merely threw a steak on a griddle sometimes amazes me. I like a little Worcestershire Sauce with my steak, or maybe shallot butter if they have it. None of their business how I enjoy my food. If I’d gone there to experience some sort of unusually fine creation from a well-known master chef, that’s one thing, but they’re glorified fry cooks and more than half the time they don’t know how to do it Pittsburgh style, which is seared on the outside, no more than mid-rare. Still with the attitude at times, though. If I get attitude I don’t go back.
Agree. Chefs, even the hoity toity ones, are nothing but glorified fry cooks. Most need to check their ego.
After Trump’s dinner with Ryan a few weeks ago at Trump Tower, I researched their dinner and found Chef Jean-Georges’ recipes posted online by himself. I wanted to do a fun Trump dinner at home. Each and every one of the recipes turned out to be disgusting. So disgusting most of the meal went into the trash. Even the dogs wouldn’t touch it and they normally woof down everything. Just looking at the recipes, it was obvious they were incorrect such as the cake with only 1/2 cup of sugar?!? Imo, Jean-Georges is a big fat liar who wouldn’t make it at the local McDonald’s. He should be ashamed of himself pricing that dinner for $138 plus an extra $25 for the steak.
The food was fine. When the manager worked his way through the dining area checking with the patrons stopped at our table he asked me, "How did you find your steak?"
Without thinking I channeled my inner comedian. I looked up, smiled broadly, and replied, "I looked under the baked potato and there it was."
The manager gasped and fled. Next thing I knew there was a large sizzling steak delivered to the table by the manager.
I explained that I had only been joking and that the steak was more than acceptable. It had been a bit small but quite tasty. Despite my profuse apologies he insisted that I accept. My friend and I split it and left a large tip.
Interestingly this became a running joke with the manager. The next time I ordered a steak it arrived with the baked potato sitting on top.
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