I had steak tartare last night for the 3rd time in my life. It was intense and delicious, and produced a strange animalistic psychosomatic high. Les Halles downtown prepares it with finely chopped cornichons, capers, onion, french mustard, egg yolk, and very lean ground top round. Our server expertly prepared it tableside, impressing the hell out of me. This is the sort of thing I could get used to. It’s a very healthy meal, full of lean protein, low in fat and carbs. Plus, the feeling of eating raw beef is empowering. That sounds ridiculous as I repeat it in my head, but it’s true. I’m looking forward to buying some quality beef and trying this at home. “Quality Beef” is also the name of an imaginary band I’m in that plays German folk music on harpsichord.
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