It was huge!!!!

I ate at my favorite restaurant in Big Sky today. Yup, the one with the moose. I had such good plans to be such a good boy. I know the menu by heart and had decided hours earlier to eat a marinated chicken breast with a Cesar salad and a baked potato. I was going to be satisfied and not painfully full.

That was the plan and I was resolved to stick with it. All that planning and the resolutions were undone with one word. We sat down to eat and my plans were fully intact until the owner walked over and said the fateful word. That word was... Porterhouse.


It seams that there were three leftover 18 oz. Porterhouse steaks from an event the night before. They were being offered at a discounted price with all of my favorite sides. Two of my co-workers spoke for two of them. My resolve melted instantly and I spoke the fateful word...Porterhouse.

It was huge.

It was juicy.

It was huge.

It was perfectly cooked.

It was huge.

It was marinated and encrusted with a salt and pepper rub that was to die for.

And it was huge!!!

I loved every aspect of this steak. I especially loved the hugeness thereof, if you had not picked up on that yet. I am still full and will likely be this full in the morning. I anxiously await any steak that would contend for the position of my most favoritest. One thing I know for sure. It will have to be huge.