Greetings, readers! My name is Dave Conte, and I’ve been invited to share the details of a recent dinner by my good friend Steph, resident foodie and marathon runner extraordinaire. I hope you enjoy this entry as much as I enjoyed the dinner I’m writing about.
Monday was my birthday, and it was a big one. The big two-five. A quarter-century. Finally, after all these years I can rent a car at a moderately respectable price. Finally, I can… Well, that’s it, I guess. Only thing left to look forward to is death after a hopefully long and fulfilling life.
It was a pretty lousy day, honestly. I had a raging sore throat all day, which bummed me out because my girlfriend and I had some big plans to celebrate. Dinner, movie, and ice cream. The usual date night for us, but a little more upscale this time.
Well, we skipped the movie, but we did the dinner, because this is a dinner I’ve been looking forward to for years now. If there was ever anything I could check off of a bucket list, it would be this, and I wasn’t going to let a sore throat stand between me and this life-long goal of mine:
Eating a Kobe Steak.
My friends, let me tell you: It was perfect. Not just the steak, but the whole meal was otherworldly. Easily the best meal I’ve ever had, and it was fairly well-priced given the cost of the steak.
Uncle Jack’s Steakhouse on 35th and 9th was the place. When we arrived we were instantly enamored with the decor and beautiful atmosphere. The sophistication of this place was through the roof. The waitstaff was incredibly friendly and informative. It was truly a pleasure to be served by these people.
We started out with a lovely basket of assorted breads. The thin crackers were exceptionally good, along with the bread that was seasoned with a little bit of dill. A divine way to begin the meal.
After about 20 minutes, the steaks finally came along with our wine. They have an ENORMOUS selection of wine, by the way, and I wish I wrote down what we ordered, but alas I forgot. Anyway, the steaks! I got the 16oz Kobe Steak, my girlfriend got a 12oz NY Strip, both cooked medium, and we split a side of garlic mashed and asparagus. Heaven. Pure heaven.
My girlfriend’s steak and the sides:
And here’s the Kobe Steak:
Words can’t describe this thing. All I can say is that it’s perfect. The texture, the flavor, the consistency, everything. Everything you could ever want in a steak is right here. It was utterly spellbinding and nothing, not one thing could have made it better. If you’re like me and you’re a big steak person, having a Kobe steak at some point in your life should be a requirement, not a desire. You will never have anything quite like it. I wish I could be more descriptive but when it comes to perfection, how can you be?
And the sides? Also perfect. The mashed potatoes carried with them a subtle hint of garlic underneath the rich, fluffy texture of the potatoes. Resting atop the mashed potatoes was a single baked potato chip which tied the whole thing together. The asparagus was sauteed to perfection and cooked to the exact right texture.
The meal ended with a complimentary birthday souffle that I unfortunately tore into before snapping a picture of it:
Chocolate souffle with whipped cream, blueberries, a strawberry, and caramel sauce on the side. The waiter shook my hand and congratulated me for making it to 25. It was the perfect end to a perfect night.
*Note: This is a little late, as in 2 1/2 months late, sorry Dave!