WOW i just vomited
venison
actually
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My parents used to only grill well-done steaks, and I thought that was the only way it could be had till my granddad served me up a bloody one like he liked. I considered it one of the greatest thing he ever did for me, and I resent my parents to this day for having kept such joy away from me for so long.
Not funny. Typical Biff. Trying way too hard.
My story is the opposite. My parents ate Steak medium to medium rare. I was no fan of steak, but my Grandfather intro'd me to Well Done and I actually liked it for awhile. Then one day my father cooked a steak for me at medium on the grill. I never asked him what kind it was, but I knew I liked it alot. YEARS later after my dad passed, I was at a steakhouse and was asked "How I wanted it?" I said well done and the waiter said they only made steaks rare to medium. I said fine "Medium". Ever since then ... medium to medium rare. <3
<3 NYC.
I think whenever I come back to the US I'll move to New York.
Its still there I believe. Its where all the UN Dignitaries eat their lunches and dinners.
The other place that refused to cook well done was the restaurant on the Baltimore Harbor. They refused to cook well done, my sister was not happy. I on the other hand was not. After that night she converted to the medium to medium rare religion. If cooked right and by a trained chef/cook and not some Red Lobster/Fast Food/franchise. Medium/medium-rare/rare steak is absolutely delicious and the correct way to have a steak.