HEART ATTACK CITY
Sooooo, I got waylayed by the notorious Costco Treasure Hunt the other day as I was strolling with my Volkswagen sized shopping cart through the aisles stacked New York City skyscraper high with all manner of fabulous, unnecessary shit.
Seems they were running a special on ribeye steaks and three of them, all packaged together neatly, were calling out to me like the sirens to Odysseus.
And all for just $19.95.
Anyway, this one here measured in at precisely two inches in thickness and after grilling it on the barbie and eating it {rare} I could actually feel the cholesterol depositing itself around my heart and in my arteries.
But it was sooooo worth it!
November 10th, 2009 at 9:35 pm
Hey mate! Is that really a rib eye streak? The reason a rib “eye” steak is called such is because is has a eye shaped section in the middle. Don’t see one there!
November 10th, 2009 at 9:45 pm
funny post, scott; and this, after having just returned from eating dinner with a couple of friends at Mozza Osteria [Mario Batali & Nancy Silverton's place], here in hella-la land, or how we new yorkers used to refer to it: the coastal tar pits.
there were three of us: we had five, yup, five different pastas, grilled octupussy salad, assorted biscotti, negronis, tequila and white and red wine, and macchiatos.
while there’s little else so good as throwing a steak on the grill, and not having to share it with anyone– where you can actually eat as much as you want– without feeling anyone being the watchful “eye”, it is also so fucking great to eat really well produced products overseen by people who truly respect their jobs, and dig what they do– all in an atmosphere of: what recession …? huh?
November 10th, 2009 at 10:55 pm
I can’t eat that much meat in one sitting. It kinda grosses me out. I’d probably eat 1/3 of it and call it a day. I know.. I’m weak.
November 11th, 2009 at 6:29 am
Actually Kiwi — a ribeye, rib steak, scotch fillet or cowboy ribeye is any steak that comes from the cows rib and some, especially those on the bone as this one is, won’t necessarily display the characteristic eye that you refer to.
Way to be pedantic though — but you’ve got to get up pretty early to out pedant me son.
November 11th, 2009 at 6:30 am
Rich, that’s why I have two dogs, one of whom is a 120 pound pitbull.
November 11th, 2009 at 7:52 am
Hey Scott…You should do some price comparisons against Costco’s meat prices. I’ve been noticing lately that the prices at Costco have gone up a lot. They’re usually running fifty cents to a dollar higher than my local supermarkets.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:08 am
Try dry aging it for a week in the fridge if you can resist it that long. You’d be surprised at what it gains in flavor.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:28 am
They were ribeye roasts, not ribeye steaks.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:43 am
ouryLN — my we’ve got a lot of pedants out with this post, don’t we?
FYI it was a steak NOT a roast. Steaks are any cut of meat that is cut across the muscle into a thick slice WITH THE INTENTION that it be cooked quickly by broiling, grilling or frying.
A roast is any cut of meat intended to be cooked AS A WHOLE, serve more than one person, and be cooked at roasting temperatures in an oven {i.e., 350 degrees or less}.
http://www.steakperfection.com/cut/
Seeing as this was cut across the muscle from the rib and was intended — both by the butcher who cut it and the person who ate it {me} to be cooked quickly on a grill — it therefore complies with the definition of a steak.
But thanks for playing in any event.
Sheesh!
November 11th, 2009 at 7:29 pm
Oh, details, details! OK, I’ll concede the points about different cuts of steak from the rib, although it’s more of a cultural thing than an academic point. Case in point, if you ever come to New Zealand, you will NOT find anything like this in the market. If you could, it would probably be a budget buster. And in defense of the other pendant ouryLN, either that is a very small plate or that is a very large steak. It reminds of that John Candy movie “The Great Outdoors” where he eats a 96 ounce steak… then throws up! At any rate, you got one helluva deal, cholesterol and all, and I’m jealous and my mouth is watering. I just love a good hunk of meat, no matter what species is sporting it.