BLT Prime Report: Kobe Cows and the Man Who Loves Them

Dear friends and other badly-behaved people I have yet to meet,

I recently visited the newly opened BLT Prime and was extremely impressed. Being a food lover attempting to convert others, I thought I’d share my dining menu for the evening at this latest Laurent Tourondel venture:

Before our appetizers, my comrades and I were treated to a delicious chicken liver pate on toast, a charceuterie platter, and a basket of scrumptious garlic butter biscuits

For an appetizer, I consumed a spinach salad mixed with blue cheese, bacon, and hard-boiled egg (and you thought I was getting all healthy on you). On the side, we consumed slabs of their house bacon—cooked at 1200 degrees and truly amazing.

Continuing on energetically to the entrée, I shared a Kobe ribeye and a porterhouse with two of my dinnermates. The Kobe, although not a traditional Japanese sake-fed and beer-massaged fellow (due to some American legal nonsense), was one of the best pieces of meat I’ve ever had—and trust me I’ve had more than my share. The meat was wonderfully tender and juicy while properly aged and smoked. There were sauces ordered but the only one I had any use for was the béarnaise for the filet section of the porterhouse (the Kobe is not to be touched by anything but the herb butter with which it is served).

We also ordered side dishes of BBQ onions (essentially onions sautéed in barbecue sauce and superb) and grilled asparagus (I generally hate greenery in my diet, but these babies weren’t too shabby).

The wine accompanying the meal was a very important component, as always. A bottle of ’96 Gruaud Larose and a ’99 Lynch-Bages chosen by Fred, my dear friend and Imperial Booze Commander of the BLT Empire, complimented the meal perfectly.

And just when you thought, my God how can these bastards eat any more?! We did. The dinner was topped off with a phenomenal Reese’s style chocolate and peanut butter tart.

After this meal, I must admit that even I, a 200+ pound Russian lunatic, was thoroughly stuffed. The only antedote was the obvious—intake of copious amounts of scotch and a debauched evening out on the town.

I hope this leaves you well-informed and well-fed.

All my love,
Boris
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