I like my beef rare. I like it to say ‘Ouch, stop that!’ when I cut into it. I like so that a good vet and a Band-Aid can bring it back to life. I still want to be able to take its pulse when I eat it.
When I go out to eat and I order a steak, roast beef or a burger, however, I usually order it medium rare. Sometimes my beef comes out rare, other times it comes out medium and, when the planets are aligned just so it comes out medium rare.
The last FIVE times I’ve ordered beef in some various form I’ve gotten it cooked anywhere from medium well to shoe-leather well. If I’m at lunch with a person who may not have time for me to send it back, I’m stuck. Sure I can mention it and sure I can get my meal comp’d but that’s not the point. I’m not eating at fucking McDonald’s. These are places that should know how to cook a piece of beef! I’m talking ten-dollar burgers—on the lunch menu! For fuck’s sake if the burger is falling apart, grillfuck, you passed medium a few exits back!
What pushed me over the edge and prompted me to bitch in the Pit was today’s lunch. I ordered a sandwich from a made-to-order place. I specifically asked if the roast beef was rare. She said yes. I should have known something was up when the sandwich didn’t moo when she handed it to me. I get back to my office and unwrap it to find roast beef that’s been cooked to medium. Medium! Medium is not rare. It’s fucking brown! Rare is not brown! At least it wasn’t dry.
Clearly this is some sort of cosmic mix-up. Somewhere, someone out there is getting my bloody burgers and steaks while I’m getting their hockey pucks. If you are he or she, let me know so we can straighten this shit out.