I remember dining at Keene’s with LSU Game Attendee many, many moons ago.Keene’s Chop House!
I have my great grandfather’s Keene’s pipe from “1912 or 1914” per its box
Home. When I can control the variables, I get an excellent final product!
We are lucky in that I know some local butchers, who have excellent meats sourced from good slaughterhouses, and who know how to cut steaks right. That's the first step.
Second step is prepping the steaks with kosher salt and letting them come up to temperature for a few hours. I used to use pepper, and garlic, on the meat as a rub pre-cooking. But the garlic will scorch and become bitter, and the pepper will do the same thing. I have discovered the beauty of chili powder as a seasoning, as the chilie oil will penetrate the meat with the salt during the time it sits out. Yum!
Thirdly, there's the fire. Either white-hot coals or a screaming hot iron skillet. Sear and sear, then indirect heat until done. Still haven't broken out the sous-vide, but that may happen during this imposed hermitage...
I will say, though, that a steak sourced from Ailen Bros., cooked on Ronnie Killen's wood-burning custom stove at the BBQ joint, is a damned fine thing.
I remember dining at Keene’s with LSU Game Attendee many, many moons ago.
Dad had gotten on a hunting lease with some Army buddies in '86 down in Zapata County. Thick mesquite country, with senderos to hunt, and horrifying rattlesnakes to avoid.*
*Two of the guys in our group shot a 14-foot rattlesnake.
14 feet!!! Eek!
14 feet? I've never heard of one that long...did y'all skin him and cook him?Dad had gotten on a hunting lease with some Army buddies in '86 down in Zapata County. Thick mesquite country, with senderos to hunt, and horrifying rattlesnakes to avoid.*
We shot a young buck the first night, and the camp guys cleaned and cooked the beast for dinner. The grill consisted of old bedsprings moved over a perfect bed of mesquite coals, lovingly tended with an old rake.
The five of us sat on rickety chairs, feet up on rocks by the fire, looking up at the star-washed sky. The venison was perfection.
*Two of the guys in our group shot a 14-foot rattlesnake.
14 feet!!! Eek!
When we arrived, the two guys who got the rattlesnake (Army Rangers, who were playing with custom compound bows. "Want to try it?" one asked. I couldn't even pull the string past the cams. "What's the pull on this?" "110 pounds!" Egad!) pointed out a tree where they had hung it up. I walked over to the tree, but I saw no snake. I looked some more, and began to feel as if a leg was being tugged on. I looked around at them, and they gestured to look again. I turned and looked, and suddenly, what I took on first glance to be a tree trunk was actually a snake! It was draped over a branch which was taller than I was, and the body (sans head and rattler) reached the ground on both sides with some to spare. There was plenty of meat there, I suppose, but I have avoided rattler up to now...14 feet? I've never heard of one that long...did y'all skin him and cook him?
By the way, the largest I've ever seen was approximately 7 1/2 feet. He covered the entire width of the wheel ruts in a dirt road.
I just ordered the Two Pig Seasoning based on your recommendationHome, and it’s not close. Steakhouses don’t even grill, they sear and bake. Which isn’t bad, but it’s not as good. Keys: ribeye with a large spinalis muscle, Two Pig Mafia seasoning, and an internal temp of 128.
It’s called a jaccard. I own a couple and use them occasionally in bbq, more often with steaks or roasts. They work very well.
edit: had one in the garage. Look like this?
Exactamundo! Jaccard, eh? Only thing is, the one I bought is the much more macho-looking black. I wonder if it can double as an ice pick?
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I just ordered the Two Pig Seasoning based on your recommendation
Blasphemer! Lies. Evil lies.While yuo were living in Northern VA (otherwise known as the "cradle of slavery") you cooke da steak for Steel and once it was generously slatthered with ketchup it didn't make the ketchup taste that bad. Steel trite eating a pirece without he ketchup and it was dry, overcooked, over seasoned. In short, it tasted like -- you guessed it -- an unmitigated pile of dogcrap.
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Best steak I've ever had the pleasure to eat was at Saddle & Sirloin in the heart of the Fort Worth Stockyards.
It's long gone, but I can still taste that filet...
Go Frogs!
Best steak I've ever had the pleasure to eat was at Saddle & Sirloin in the heart of the Fort Worth Stockyards.
It's long gone, but I can still taste that filet...
Go Frogs!
My parents ate at S&S every Friday night - I do mean EVERY Friday night. My Pop was the VP of the old North Fort Worth State Bank, and my mother would drive up from Wedgwood and meet him there for their "date night."Also, you probably know this but I discovered a while back that the Riscky family bought the Saddle & Sirloin site but expanded it. I have not eaten there but understand they attempt to cook steaks in a similar fashion and also serve the Kraut soup.
My parents ate at S&S every Friday night - I do mean EVERY Friday night. My Pop was the VP of the old North Fort Worth State Bank, and my mother would drive up from Wedgwood and meet him there for their "date night."
The Kraut soup was one her favorites too, but the filet mignon was to DIE for! I don't know what Theo used to make them taste the way they did, but I've NEVER had anything that even comes close to how he charbroiled them!
Because it was their "date night" I rarely got to go to S&S, and slept over at my grandparents' house EVERY Friday night, while mom and pop "cut loose" at S&S (and who knows where else). I adored my grandma and grandpa.
Grandpa died in 1960, and being 12-years old I didn't need a babysitter anymore, but I still loved sleeping over at grandma's house on Friday nights, when she would pan-fry chicken for me in a cast iron skillet EVERY Friday night.
My memory of S&S was all the faux store fronts on the walls, and old man Theo standing in front of that huge open fire grill, as he cooked steak after steak after steak. I always looked forward to going there.
When I was stationed at Fort Hood in 1970, I worked 18 hours a weekend on WBAP and stayed at Mom and Pop's house Friday and Saturday nights. Of course, we would always begin the weekend by meeting at S&S.
My folks bragged to their friends that they never knew how many lonely, hungry soldiers I would invite to tag along, but they were always delighted to feed them all, and let them stay with us over the weekend.
As a PFC I made just over $100 a month in the Army, but WBAP was paying me $10 an hour to work on the air over a weekend, so I was making $180 a week, and as such - I was the richest PFC in Killeen, Texas.
Go Frogs!