Thursday, October 13, 2011
The Steaks were Ray'sed
The RFH Collective is connected not only by the man whose initials form its name, but also by two sets of birthdays that are miraculously close together. Charlie and John were born about a month apart, and Sam and Dave two years and one day apart. The latter tie brought the entire Collective together in our nation's capitol last weekend for the first annual RFH Summit, a celebration of birth, food, all things athletic. Like any convention of influential power brokers, we made sure to fit wholesome meals in between informative seminars and spirited, occasionally contentious meetings of the minds. Indeed, we needed to fuel the fire.
It began on Friday night, when Dave and I prepared for the brotherly arrival with a couple Taylor Gourmet subs. No doubt they provided a nice base layer for the night ahead, but our chicken cutlet subs were decidedly too bready. But worry not, the grub would only improve. The next morning, Charlie and I awoke to fulfill his only demand during this trip: the bacon, egg and cheese croissant at Firehook Bakery. I promise you, it beats the crap out of any bacon, egg and cheese you've ever had. Why? Freshly scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, fully melted cheddar cheese, and a perfectly flaky, just-greasy-enough croissant. Anyway, it had to be good -- we wouldn't eat again for nine hours.
|Our last meal....until like 9 p.m.|
|Welcome to Ray's the Steaks. We serve meat.|
|Hey Charlie, John and Dave, remember when we used to tie our necks together and wade back and forth?|
Oh, we never did that? Whatever, let's drink!
|Shared by the Hendrie boys, delivered by God.|
|Who doesn't want to wash bleu cheese down with crab bisque?|
|CRAB CHUNKS M***********R!!!!!!|
After debating whether we would all order different cuts so we could try different ones, it became abundantly clear that we all just wanted a huge, delicious slice of beef and didn't really care what form it took. So when the waitress finally approached to take our orders, Dave's brief interrogation summed up our Collective attitude:
Dave: How many ounces is the Steak "Bertolucci"?
Waitress: That will be 12-14 ounces.
Dave: OK, I would like the 20 oz. New York Strip topped with bone marrow. Thank you.
John and I both ordered ribeyes and Charlie ordered a porterhouse. Many ounces caused many smiles.
|The RFH Collective.|
|Ribeye, with rib attached.|
|My first, my last, my everything.|
Posted by Sumner Widdoes at 6:27 PM