5 Misha Charoudin - 3 years ago
HOLY F*CK!
Have you ever been high and had munchies that makes every food taste as if an angel is peeing on your tongue? Well, imagine that feeling, but while being sober.
Went here because our local friend simply took us here. The service was average, not bad, nothing exceptional, but the place was full, so no hard feelings. They apparently also have a pretty good salad bar that my GF and our friend thoroughly enjoyed, but salad is "food that my food eats", so I cannot personally comment on that (but again, my company were very happy rabbits).
Anyway, back to the sweet holy mother of the holy cow. They had this "Steak Special" advertisement on the table: Prime Rib Steak, dry aged, 550 g for 34,99€. Being in a city center this could be a very average price with average quality and in case of a complaint one would say "but Sir, the piece of meat was the size of Argentina" or "We made sure that a Greenpeace inspector took a selfie with the cow before blessing it, so that is veeeery special, although it may taste meh".
However
What I received (what felt VERY quick by the way) was something that made me reconsider my religion. Dear cook, whoever you are, you're a GOD. The first bite I took sent a shockwave from my tongue towards my shoulders that made them feel like they were getting Thai massage after a night in Bangkok. Eventually it almost made me slide down under the table from a tastegasm. Bite after bite it took me to new hights until I reached the end of the steak which felt like watching the season finale of Breaking Bad. You are sad it is over and don't know what to do with your life anymore.
Then you order the dessert, which is great, like Better Call Saul, but you are still stuck in the memories about that juicy Prime Rib Steak.
The chimichurri is great too according to my Argentinean girlfriend.
