I saw one in Albertsons that was the size of an iPad. I’m not even sure how you’d cook that monster.
Anyone got stories?
30oz porterhouse. This was back in high school during puberty, and when I ran track. Probably drank like 5 pints of milk with it. There’s no way I could do that sort of thing now. Red meat (rare/medium rare) and milk both hurt my stomach bad now. I go for the small filets and beer now.
I’m confident that this is peanuts compared to what others are going to mention, but I really like Outback’s 20 ounce Prime Rib. My wife complains that it is obscenely large.
48 ounce porterhouse at Doe’s Eat Place. Was always good everytime I had it.
My largest was a 22 ounce, either sirloin or ribeye (I can’t remember). I really should have just asked for a doggy bag, as I wasn’t getting much enjoyment out of it there at the end.
I probably could have done more in my teenage years (I once soloed two large pizzas in a sitting), but we never went to any steak place but Ponderosa’s when I was a teen, and I was mostly gorging on the buffet there anyway.
My butcher sells a “cowboy” bone in rib eye I typically buy one about 32 oz and I get my wife a 20 ouncer so I can eat her leftovers. Once I got a 40 oz steak and that plus a baked potato was a hell of a large meal.
Chicken-fried or smothered?
49 ounce bone-in Porterhouse at a place called Vic Stewart’s. It was to honor someone’s birthday celebration ( three of us did it ), but in all other respects it was totally not worth it. Too thick of cut guaranteed it couldn’t be cooked consistently all the way through - it was virtually blue at the bone, which I just don’t like. And, y’know - just too damned big anyway. Did I finish it all? Yeah, close enough. But never again.
Single steak? Maybe a pound. But I ate two of them, so…
Four 250 gram sirloins. Was downing an all-you-can steak meal with lots of beer.
I had a 32ozer and finished off at least half of my mate’s when he couldn’t eat his.
A porterhouse around 32 oz. With the bone in and a substantial amount of fat I’m sure it was less than 24 oz. of meat. I suppose when I was in my 20s I could have managed to put away something even bigger, not sure why I would though.
32 oz porterhouse here as well. It’s an out of town restaurant we only got to visit once a year (now that relatives moved, not even that) and it was well worth not eating all day just to go entirely crazy.
Maybe 12/13 oz alone, I’ve cooked an approximately 48 ounce bone-in ribeye several times but that was a meal for 3 or 4 of us. I’ve rarely eaten a lot at one sitting although at last weekend’s Thanksgiving buffet (my first) I had 5 platefuls of food.
Not sure what the biggest steak, which is a single piece of meat, I’ve ever eaten was, but there have been many large ones.
I’ve eaten many times at Argentine parilladas, and had the mixed grill, which is entrana (skirt steak), short ribs, blood sausage, sweetbreads, and some other stuff. That must add up to a lot.
I also remember one night at Peter Luger, when my brother and I took his stepdaughter and a couple of her friends out to celebrate their graduation from college. She and her friends were Japanese, but had attended NYU. They were not used to American steakhouses. They’d never been to one, in fact.
So they all sampled their steaks, pronounced them wonderful, and then couldn’t eat any more. So my brother and I finished off all the steak.
That was a lot. I didn’t feel too good the next day.
How did you all feel afterward? I mean, with getting too personal, how long does it take to digest that much meat?
Usually I feel just fine after a big steak. Even if I’ve topped it off with cheesecake with whipped cream (the standard dessert at Peter Luger).
I also feel just fine after the mixed grill at an Argentine place.
But, as I said above, the graduation dinner at Peter Luger was too much. My brother and I basically ate enough steak for four people (by Peter Luger’s standards, which are generous).
I really didn’t feel that great until late the next day.
32 oz. Porterhouse with no bone, plus a baked potato with butter, salad, and a brownie with ice cream. I was eating on an expense account with a former boss of mine. He was a jerk and on a diet so I made a glutton of myself to rub it in. He had a broiled chicken breast and a salad.
I felt fine after and went for a five mile run before hitting the gym. I bumped into my boss there. He was working off his chicken breast.
My dad used to love telling the story of how he took me to the Heidelberg restaurant in Minneapolis when I was five. He had promised me a steak and ordered one for each of us, even though they cost $5 apiece (in 1960 dollars). When they came, they were so big they hung over the edges of the platters.
I must have really been hungry on that occasion, because I ate all of mine and half of his. I remember this trip to the Heidelberg like it was yesterday! :o
I’ve never eaten a huge steak, but I did once watch a guy devour a 64-ounce Porterhouse at a steakhouse in Milwaukee.
He also had a potato. And veggies. And he ate dessert. :eek:
I kept expecting him to pull a Mr. Creosote, but he didn’t.