As soon as I'm settling into the city I love, people seem to be disappearin' on me. Exhibit A: Kzar. Actually, I'm very excited for him as he closes one door in his life and opens another. Before he left, he and I had ourselves some fantastic food at famous--correction, world famous Peter Luger steakhouse.
Events initially seem to conspire against us as the subway we planned on taking decided to stop in the middle of a tunnel. Running late for the reservation, we jumped out at the next stop to catch a cab. And that shit wasn't cooperating either. Every cab was taken. After walking up a couple blocks, we saw an available cab. As we ran to it, some whore jumped in and took it from us. And then we immediately saw yet another cab across the street that was open. Like idiots, we sprinted across the street towards it. And another mothafuckin' whore took that mothafuckin' cab as well!! We finally scored a cab and before we knew it, we were enjoying a cold one:
Beeah.
On the suggestion of a couple people, we skeptically ordered the tomatoes and onions. Um, right--it was AMAZING. As our octogenarian waiter told us, the more of the sauce you pour over the tomatoes and onions, the more delicious it is. He's right!!
Pre-cut! My lazy self loves it!
Perfectly cooked medium rare beef.
The waiter said that to get to the meat on the bone, I had to get into it with my hands. Just following the elder's advice, ya'll.
Gotta pour the grease to give it that extra delicious Peter Luger flava. Flava flavvvvvv!
Chokeeeee.
Again, we followed the waiter's advice and got with the pecan pie (seen here with their famous schlag or whatchamacallit). Soooo good.
Coins.
The subway ride home afterwards was brutal. Took me about two hours because of the shitty late night subways.
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Walking man.
Good luck Kzar! See ya in a bit.