It’s really hard to say it’s the best, but the most memorable bite I’ve ever had was my first bite of Japanese F1 Wagyu at Jean Georges in Las Vegas.
Now, I am not a foodie, and I don’t often dine at Vegas steak houses, so I don’t claim any kind of refined palate.
That first bite defied all expectations about what steak was or even what meat could be. I know this sounds crazy, but in many ways it had more in common with candy than with the cow it came from - but it wasn’t sweet.
Clearly I am stymied in my attempts to describe such a memorable bite, because it was so unlike anything else I can relate it to, but suffice to say it was amazing.
It’s really hard to say it’s the best, but the most memorable bite I’ve ever had was my first bite of Japanese F1 Wagyu at Jean Georges in Las Vegas.
Now, I am not a foodie, and I don’t often dine at Vegas steak houses, so I don’t claim any kind of refined palate.
That first bite defied all expectations about what steak was or even what meat could be. I know this sounds crazy, but in many ways it had more in common with candy than with the cow it came from - but it wasn’t sweet.
Clearly I am stymied in my attempts to describe such a memorable bite, because it was so unlike anything else I can relate it to, but suffice to say it was amazing.