Now I realize this title might be lost on some, but if you’re an avid watcher of the Jersey Shore, well then, you’ll agree that Burgers for the Boys is the perfect title for a post about feeding my boyfriend and his five hungry friends who were visiting for the weekend. The weekend began with all of us making a pilgrimage out to Brooklyn to eat at the steak house to end all steak houses, the one and only, well actually not the only…they just opened one in Great Neck…soo, yea anyway…we went to Peter Luger. Let’s start with the short walk from the subway that was the most bone chilling 5 minutes of March I’ve ever experienced. So, when we walked into the warm brightly lit lobby at Luger’s, it was literally like walking through the pearly gates, which prompted Matt to declare that if Smith and Wollensky’s is steak’s cathedral, Peter Luger’s is steak heaven.
So then the experience began. Inside it looked nothing like I pictured. It was old school German decor with big wooden slab tables and practically zero ambiance. The white coat-clad waiter blustered over to our table and grumbled something about a drink order. When my dirty martini arrived about ten minutes later it was um…sub par. I ate a few pieces of the stale onion rolls on the table and my opinion of this celebrated establishment started to plummet. Then it was time to order, a slab of bacon for everyone, porter house steaks, german potatoes, creamed spinach, and onion rings. In what seemed like the blink of an eye and big piece of thick cut bacon was placed before me. It was out of this world and as I downed my sub par martini, I was started to warm up to this Peter fellow.
Then the food arrived and the savory smell that was wafting through the restaurant was now inches from my face. Now, I won’t delay the good part anymore. THE STEAK WAS GOOOOOD. Well, actually great, it was really fantastic, so flavorful, bathed in an au jus, perfectly medium rare, with a really nice deep aged flavor. It was banging people, absolutely banging. And the sides were excellent too. The german potatoes tasted like hashbrowns on steroids, the onion rings were perfection, and the creamed spinach was pretty good…for being a vegetable. I even started to like the slightly rude waiter by the end of the meal as well. Then we sat and drank and felt like badasses just chillin’ at Luger’s. Worth the trip to Brooklyn, the $40 steak, and the attitude from the waitstaff? Yup and I can’t wait to go back.
Now onto my dinner…I had outlined the menu on my blog the week before, but I wanted to add a last minute surprise dish to really ramp up everyones excitement. So as the boys browsed the Andy Warhol’s at the Met, I secured some fresh calamari from my fish guy on 1st ave. By the time they got home, the tiramisu had been made, the pizza dough was rising, and the anitpasti platter was ready to be gobbled up by some hungry boys. While they watched March Madness and hoovered my fried calamari, I continued to fry up pancetta for the penne vodka, boil the lasagna noodles, saute the sausage and peppers and just generally be an 80 year old Italian nona.
By the time UConn had sunk the buzzer beater, we were ready to eat. We all gathered around the table with our overflowing plates and glasses full of some lovely Malbec brought by the Baltimore boys. We ate and ate and ate some more. And just when everyone swore they were too full to ever eat again, I brought out my tiramisu with homemade lady fingers and Kaluha cream filling and those promises went right out the window. The dinner was a great success and I got lots of compliments on the food (although what kind of guest would tell you to your face that your food sucks…) But, I digress, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, I just love to feed people. My friends, Matt’s friends, family, strangers, I don’t care who you are, I’ll enjoy feeding you. I love gathering people around a table and providing them with a steady supply of of food. It makes me happy and then I get to relive it on my blog. This is a great little set up we’ve got going.
So now I know what you’re thinking, “WE WANT RECIPES!” I promise I’ll post them this weekend, for now you’ll just have to wait with baited breath and ogle the food porn.