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| - Our Cow, who art in cow Heaven, Meat be thy Name. Thy Kingdom come. Thy will be done, on earth as it is in cow Heaven. Give us this steak our daily Meat, and forgive us our slaughter, as we forgive those who slaughter us. And lead us not into vegetarianism, but deliver us from hippies. For thine is the fields, and the Meat, and the glory, forever and ever. Amen!
The Meat Gods had really shined upon me this time. An all expense paid trip to Arizona with Mastro's as my first dinner. Sweet!! The hotel had called ahead to get us a table for 7 in the bar area, oops, they called the wrong Mastro's. Not a problem, as the staff here quickly made us a table.
Once seated our CEO ordered bottle of wine #1 and I got a Grey Goose tonic as well. That's when I notice the lounge singer! There was this guy in the corner of the bar just butchering every top 40 song from 1970-1990. Total American Idol first round reject, but mildly entertaining with his wretchedness. Our server was also a fun kooky guy, I wish I could remember his name to give a shout out, oh well.
We then got down to the nitty-gritty, the food. I smelled a few sizzling plates as they passed by and new anything I ordered would be top notch. I opted for the ever fatty and best cut of meat in my opinion, bone in ribeye. 22ozs of wonderfully marbled meaty goodness. Along with that our table ordered a half dozen oysters, giant shrimp cocktail, I got my own Caesar salad with anchovies, and there were some veggies that never made it to my end of the table.
- The oysters were spot on. Just a dash of horseradish, lemon and hot sauce perked them right up.
- The shrimp cocktail contained some of the largest shrimp I've ever seen! Just eating three of them would have filled up any mere mortal.
- My ONLY complaint with Mastro's was my salad. I love anchovies in my Caesar and they were happy to add them, but they gave me whole, oily fillets. The little guys needed a quick rinse and then should have been shredded in my salad. Oh well.
Next came the meats. Behold the power and the glory that are lumps of flesh sizzling on a 400 degree plate!
http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/bdCByYMU8ZZhvhqfGo_UVQ?select=ORYu-cLe0SxineXThaNuYA
Our server saw me trying to take a picture and he was gracious enough to shine a light on my prize so I could better document the momentous occasion.
The ribeye was as good as steak can get. The fat had rendered into the meat and made it extra tender and delicious. The edges had nice little crusty bits and just the right amount of seasoning. Oh lord it was good. Along with the meats, CEO man had ordered bottle of wine #2, I ordered vodka tonic #2 and servers were heaping portions of spinach, asparagus and mushrooms onto our meat plates.
As I neared the end of my hunk of sizzling love, I felt massive meat induced coma coming on. Thinking I would have no room for dessert, I ordered a white Russian to top off my meal and to send me into a tipsy meat sleep. But oh no! CEO man ordered 5 desserts for our table! And damn they were good! The chocolate cake was so good that we ordered a second slice as we finished the first one. Along with dessert, Italian CEO man felt that we should all have some Tuaca to top off dinner. I ended up having two since someone did not like theirs.
I left happier and slightly drunker than I've been at dinner in a long time. An absolutely spectacular dinner!
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