disneymike: Jocko’s Steak House
We were amazed how large the steak was. Our waitress told me the Filet Mignon is even larger than the New York Steak. I can’t wait to go back on our next trip to try that one.
If you find yourself traveling near Santa Maria on the 101 and are craving a great steak, please give Jocko’s a try. Just make sure you bring your family or friends to help you finish your meal or a very healthy appetite.
Baseball Steak - inside - Pacific Dining Car
Originally uploaded by Marshall Astor / Life on the Edge
Wow. I really love this picture, and the brief capsule review he gives the baseball steak as well as the fabulous Pacific Dining Car in the LA area.
Marshall Astor, the author of this photo, and many others, seems to have a penchant for eating and photographing marvelous food. Check it out!
 A cool blogger reviews a new steak place in Atlanta GA. Let’s do the bullet points:
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From Metroblogging Atlanta:: Via :: Technorati.
MyFiancee and I have been trying to get HerMom out to dinner for a really long time, because we believe that everyone needs to try our Favorite Little Italian Place Down the Street. So, it was her birthday on Friday, and she consented to join us for what we like to call “the best” Italian (in town). They had lovely crab + asparagus + five cheeses handmade ravioli.
I had a NY Strip with port wine sauce, topped with gorgonzola, sauteed shallots.
I new there was going to be a problem as soon as Franco took more than 20 minutes to visit our table to recite the speciales. He was very distracted, and kept looking over his shoulder, watching the service staff, and the kitchen. Franco, a real Italian guy with tons of energy looked weary. We were to learn soon that this was the first night of service with doubled seating capacity. The worst possible night maybe, to bring HerMom for her first time.
The raviolis were lovely, the ladies said. The service was, although agonizingly drawn out, basically accurate. When we asked Franco politely if we could pay and leave, we’d been there almost three hours. Thank god the chianti was kept filled.
I think I’m going to have to go down there, or call down there or something though, because what I was served as a NY Strip was almost unrecognizable as that cut of beef. I have no idea what was going on in that kitchen, but it must have been difficult enough that the kid at the grill wasn’t able to see my steak. There’s no way this thing would have passed a visual “is this a New York” test. It came apart in three weird sections with barely any meat between great tangles of other tissue. It was almost like chuck steak, cut 3/4 inch thick. Oh, and there weren’t any shallots, anywhere.
The thing is, with all their difficulty that night, it would have taken an additional forty-five minutes for me to try and get a better cut of New York. If I’d had the heart to mention it… If I wasn’t a Minnesota-no-send-back’er.
I hate to think I’m not able to order a good steak at my favorite Italian joint. I’m left puzzled. What happened to the real NY Strip that night?
Sorry Mom.
We travelled to Las Vegas at the end of June, and one of the things I really wanted to do was experience a “fine dining” steak dinner. I’d done a bit of research, and came to the conclusion that we should try to get some steak at Emeril’s old-school updated steakhouse Delmonico, and then a more casual bistro trip at Thomas Keller’s Bouchon. Both joints were conveniently located in our hotel.
What I learned, and what I experienced, sort of came to stand for my overall feeling about Vegas (this was my first time).
First of all, I hadn’t really prepared myself for how expensive this would be. Key point here: the “casual bistro trip” ended up costing the two of us nearly two hundred bucks, and jeopardizing the Big Deal Dining at Delmonico. I wish it weren’t so …
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