Epicness at Peter Luger

I have heard so much about Peter Luger from 2 people close to me - kw and yang, my younger sister. Both of them basically swear by Peter Luger's steak and talk about it as if it is the steak to rule them all. I knew I had break into their circle of trust and visit this haven for self-professed, die hard and born again carnivores.

A basket of bread rolls that we had to will ourselves from finishing (probably the best decision we made that afternoon).

Besides the steak, the one thing that kw raves about is their thick-cut bacon. Pork - a 4 letter word that can also be done in many ways.

This was one bacon on steroids. Slightly charred, tender and -duh- fatty... This would bring you back to those good ol' days when your kids were cute and there was a flat running rate for cabs.

Behold the mothership of all steaks! Dry-aged in-house, the ribeye was effing breathlessly fantastic. It is the crust, I'm telling you. The juicy, pink slab bore a superficial crisp char that amplified Dooey's (did I just name our steak?) deliciousness.

I’m sorry, I really shouldn’t be showering this much attention on another beefcake on our honeymoon but seriously…but this was a meat debauchery of unspeakable proportions. This cow which died for this has priority entry into greener pastures of heaven.

 

Un-freakin'-believable.

So glad we worked up an appetite with a walk across Williamsburg Bridge. I love how serene I look in this picture as it I were doing a cross-stitch. Oh, the thoughts running through my head at that point in time…

Sides to accompany the slab:

A very creamy creamed spinach.

3-4 inches long golden crisp stilettos fries.

Portion control? Not when you have had three plates looking like this and fistful of fries...

Kw's not-so-secret agenda was to try out Peter Luger's burger. It was a tidy throw-together of bun, beef, onion and cheese that I foresee would become part of his dinner conversations.

The burger was good (nailed it for kw) but it was only a pit stop for me when I need a breather from the steak.

You are what you eat and it sure felt like we had an extra stomach for dessert. By then, I was tired from chewing and we were definitely in need of some form of lubricant to wash down all that meat.

Holy Cow! Check out Peter Luger's Holy Cow hot fudge sundae - a dessert to match the prowess of our entree. Smooth creamy vanilla ice cream, open tap on hot fudge and heaps of "Schlag" whipped cream.

The clean-plate, clean-bone policy is in the house.

Please don’t be mistaken, I barely got 2 inches off the ground but even then, I am surprised I could still lift off the ground after this epic fooding.

Oh Peter Luger, you have ruined me for life!