So I took my single self, dressed in a stunning red dress, to Saltgrass for a hard-earned steak dinner on Valentine's Day. 'Twas hard-earned because having been single since August 2008 is really starting to get on my nerves. I figured I deserved a break, and my dress deserved a night out.
I found I was overdressed at 6pm, as the other patrons, mainly families, with a few singles sitting in the bar with me, were all wearing jeans.
The bartender, Allen, was nice but reserved. He appeared to be Jewish. I kind of have a *thing* for Jewish guys, so I didn't mind having some eye candy as I ate. I asked Allen if he could recommend a good white wine, but he said he doesn't know wines. I guess I was expecting a little much for Saltgrass, especially once I got a hold of the wine menu and saw that they only actually serve, like, four white wines. I suppose they have no need for a sommelier.
I chose the Yellow Tail Chardonnay, which was actually quite good. I then ordered Maudeen's Center Cut Filet 7-oz, with french fried onions, and a caesar salad.
The bread was a honey wheat loaf that was passable. It was better with butter, but almost everything is, in my opinion. Everything but the steak, that is. They put a huge dollop of butter atop my steak, but it really didn't add anything. But more on that in a minute. So I had a very small helping of the loaf, as I'm not a big fan of wheat bread, and I ate my salad like a good little single girl. Not the best caesar salad I've ever had, but certainly not the worst.
And here comes my steak. Oooh, I ordered it medium rare, and guess what? It actually came out that way! This differs from my experience at most restaurants. And now for the taste test... A+. The steak tasted fabulous. So juicy and delectable. That filet mignon became my Valentine, until I ate all of it, anyway. Tip: Ask them to nix the butter. I really didn't understand the presence of the butter. It added nothing positive to the steak's flavor. I felt like the cooks were just playing a cruel joke against my arteries. And the french fried onions (onion strings) were excellent. They blew the onion strings at TxLC out of the water.
That was a nice, filling meal. Allen asked if I wanted dessert. Ha! Funny, Allen. Real funny. Just gimme the check now.
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