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Originally Posted by kindlekitten
I think I may even put in an order for some tartare next week.
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A cute story from my misspent youth...
I was 17, on a 'first date' with a girl who was part of the "In Crowd" in high school. (I was on the fencing team which is NOT 'in crowd' material. You need basketball or base ball for that.) I had taken her to a really fancy restaurant in NYC, had borrowed 'proof of age' so we could drink, etc., etc. I really wanted to make a good impression on this girl, so when the menu came along, and I didn't recognize ANYTHING, I pretty much panicked. I did see something called 'Steak Tartare' and that was about the only word I recognized on the damn menu, so I ordered that, thinking I was set. Being young and not very worldly, I figured any kind of steak would work.
Then the waiter brought over a plate with what looked to me to be a supermarket sales portion (kind of rounded but molded?) of raw ground beef, with a raw egg sitting in a hollow on top. I freaked. I never ate ANYTHING raw back then, and the idea of raw meat or raw egg almost made me retch! I didn't know what to do!
I didn't want to appear so provincial to my date, but I knew I couldn't put any of this into my mouth, so I looked at it for a moment, looked at the waiter, (who must have recognized the anguish in my eyes) and said "Sorry, but I don't think this is prepared properly. Please have the cook make me something better." He returned with a knowing eye, and a nicely cooked Salisbury Steak, (probably the same meat and egg, just mixed up and broiled,) and never cracked a smile.
The girl never went out with me again anyway.
Stitchawl