Disclaimer: Sorry if this post is douchey.
I had the absolute best steak of my life at Minetta Tavern last night. Everything about it was spectacular…from the dry aged Creekstone rib eye cut, to the perfectly medium rare flesh, the charred crust, the melty fat, the marrow bones, and the duck fat potatoes anna. There isn’t a better steak in all of New York, guaranteed.
The gentleman next to me with the Amex black card looked at us with jealousy and down sadly at his measly 16oz strip steak and asked to trade. The place is cramp and filled with famous people so Ashley Olsen had to practically sit on Michelle’s lap at the table beside ours (Michelle touched her butt by mistake).
Ashley ate an entire burger, with fries and tons of ketchup and didn’t even finish her wine so she gave it to a dining companion. Who would have thought she ate and was normal? We even had a nice exchange:
Me: HEY HEY HEY HEYYYYYYY YOU FORGOT YOUR SWEATER! MISS!! EXCUSE ME! YOUR SWEATER!!!!!!
Ashley: Oh.
BFF!
Also in the house last night: Will Ferrel, Samuel L. Jackson, Thom Browne, Eva Mendes, Pam Grier and Michael Jackson eating with George Washington.
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