Spaghetti with bottarga, the must-order at La Ciccia.
Call me un-American, but I've never been to a Costco, I hate football, and until this week, I'd never eaten at a steakhouse—a fact that slightly horrified my husband, a guy who loves nothing more than the culmination of a thick steak, fries, creamed spinach, and red wine.
But on Wednesday, I was deviriginized. We had dinner at Alfred's Steakhouse (circa 1928), which lies on the cusp of the Financial District. Like many steakhouses (or so I hear), it's comforting in its throwback ways, from the red booths and portly servers in tuxes, to its unabashedly corn-fed beef which is aging right there for all to see. I should have had a martini, I suppose, but instead we had a bottle of Sean Thackery Pleiades XXII for $46. This wine retails at K&L for $24, which means it would be normally be marked up to about $70. Quite a steal and not your usual steakhouse wine-list option. I got the charbroiled 14-ounce New York cut ($29) with peppercorn sauce and a side of veggies. It was cooked to my requested medium-rare, had tasty bits of corn-fed fat (something you just can't get with grass-fed), and left me with enough for lunch the next day. My regret? I wish I'd gotten the fries which were thin and crisp, but even better when they got a little soggy from being dipped into the peppercorn sauce.
It must be the week of meat because on my desk is Bruce Aidells massive new cookbook appropriately titled The Great Meat Cookbook. It's one of those all-you-need-to-know kind of books, and one I see wrapped up and placed under many a tree come the holidays. Check it out.
Tonight is another event I recommend, though it only has to do with meat via the title of a book. Charlotte Druckman, the author of Skirt Steak: Women Chefs on Standing the Heat and Staying in the Kitchen, will be at Omnivore Books at 6 p.m. in conversation with Emily Luchetti (Waterbar and Farallon) and Elisabeth Prueitt (Tartine Bakery). As long as I can get out of work on time, I'll be attending too. See you there.