Showing posts with label Steak. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Steak. Show all posts

8.25.2011

#19 - Lawry's Prime Rib

“I want to be on the Plates!” was my Aunt Cat’s (ironically Aunt Cat owns a dog) only stipulation for our dinner plans during her trip to Los Angeles. Now if I had a nickel for every time an out-of-town visitor has asked to be on 99 pLAtes, I’d probably have a quarter by now...regardless, I promised Aunt Cat she’d be a featured guest diner.

A little history first...my Aunt Cat isn’t actually an Aunt by blood, she’s been my mom’s best friend for 30+ years. However, after countless summers on the Jersey Shore (the classy part), a 7-day trip to Walt Disney World (to-the-minute itinerary included) and way too many cosmos/margaritas/martinis -- she has become my personal Fairy Godmother. So when I walked into Lawry’s Prime RIb on La Cienega on a recent Friday night, it was a thrill to finally see her and Uncle Gary on my California turf for the first time.


Now you probably know Lawry’s as the powdered seasoning you use to spice up your meats (“Oh I never made the connection”- Aunt Cat), but Lawry’s actually runs a restaurant right here in LA. For over 73 years, they’ve been serving up the “best prime rib in the country”. (“We’ll be the judge of that!” -- Uncle Gary)

Before being seated, we sipped on a few drinks in the bar and reminisced over the cancellation of Aunt Cat’s favorite show - Brothers & Sisters.

Aunt Cat - “I’m gonna miss it, but honestly...everyone was having sex with everyone on that show!”
Me - “Let’s face it -- Sally Field is a fox!”
Uncle Gary - “Time for dinner!”


And with that, we entered the massive Lawry’s dining room. Stepping down the stairs and into our booth, I couldn’t help but feel like I was in an entirely different era. Floral carpeting spreads along the floors, massive banquettes line the walls and a bevy of waitresses dressed in their original 1970’s outfits buzz from table to table.


“We tried to get rid of the hats - but the guests complained,” our chipper waitress Pamela explained. In a city obsessed with the flashiest clothes, agency buzz and twitter trends...it’s comforting to know there are places like Lawry’s to remind us of the Hollywood of the past.

“So how does this work?” Aunt Cat asked. The menu is pretty straightforward at Lawry’s - you can order other meats (chicken, pork, fish), but let’s be honest if the restaurants title includes the word “prime rib” you probably ought to take the hint. The only question is -- which cut of beef to order? Aunt Cat and I skipped the smaller California portion and went for the medium-sized Lawry Cut. Uncle Gary went for the Diamond Jim Brady size (which sounds more like a ski trail than and massive cut of beef).

 
Each meal comes with a slew of extras on the side. To start we were served a Spinning Bowl Salad. Pamela literally tossed a bowl of salad and spun it in a bucket of ice before serving. Why you ask? I was on my third drink (I told you about Aunt Cat and the martinis right?) and completely forgot to fulfill my reporting duties. We also enjoyed a Shrimp Cocktail, which is always one of those things I want to order but never feel like it is worth it. At Lawry’s - the shrimp are massive and TOTALLY worth it.

 

Not 15 minutes after enjoying our appetizers, a massive steel contraption rolled up to the side of our table. Dubbed a ‘traveling oven’, chefs literally carve your cut of beef right in front of you. It’s like the American version of a Japanese hibachi restaurant (minus the awesome knife tricks). Alongside your hunk of prime rib, the chef serves a generous side of mashed potatoes, 
spinach/peas and whipped cream horseradish. Each table also receives a serving of yorkshire pudding (which incidentily tastes like a pancake) for the group.


“Gary I bet you feel like you died and went to heaven!” Aunt Cat exclaimed as we all stared at his Fred Flinstone-sized portion of meat. As I write this, my mouth is literally watering from the juicy taste of Lawry’s prime rib. For 30 years the restaurant has used the same beef company and the quality is superb. This is one of those meals I’ll remember for a loooong time - not only because of the great food, but because of how stuffed I was trying to cram it all in.




We topped the meal off with a slice of banana cream pie and a food-induced hangover that lasted the entire weekend. Any regrets you ask? I only wish I had been able to sneak one of those traveling ovens out the back door.
                     





Lawry’s Prime Rib
100 N. La Cienega Blvd.
Beverly Hills, CA 90211

 

12.08.2010

Foo-Detour - Cattleman's Steakhouse


LAX  --> OKC is what my FB status message read on a recent Monday morning (and stayed up until Thursday afternoon since I often forget to change my status). So what brings me to Oklahoma City you ask? As previously mentioned, I work in television. Picture it – Hollywood, 2006….a young, fresh-faced whippersnapper just off the obligatory cross-country drive along Route 66 (I insisted we referred to it exclusively as the Mother Road) arrives in Los Angeles, the ‘Entertainment Capital of the World’ according to KEARTH 101.1. I was filled all the hopes and dreams of glitz and glamour.

Fast-forward four years and here we are I’m a PRODUCER…..of reality-tv. Now before you scoff, many unscripted television shows (the snootier way to say it) get more viewers than most of the NCIS:LACSI:NYL&O:SVU’s out there. Just because we don’t have half the craft services spreads the scripted kids do, doesn’t mean we don’t contribute to the American television landscape. Need I say, fist pump?

My current producing gig is on a pretty big primetime network show…let’s call it The Largest Person Who Comes in Last Place... My producer duties on this episode include a field shoot in Moore, Oklahoma, just outside of OKC.

Things you need to know about Moore - Walmart:Oklahoma::Donut Shops:Los Angeles, there are more Wal-Marts in a 5 mile radius of my hotel than schools…priorities people. Also, Moore is home to Toby Keith.


Apparently I am supposed to know who this Toby Keith is, but I don’t listen to much hip-hop music. Finally, in Oklahoma the corn is not as high as the elephant’s eye, I’d say it goes up to about his trunk. After checking into my hotel, which by the way looked like a cross between Ikea meets a West Hollywood nightclub that threw up turquoise…

I decided to venture off and rub elbows with some Oklahomians (?) at dinner. I moseyed (cause that’s what you do in OKC) on over this classic must-eat-at haunt called Cattleman’s Steakhouse.

The dimly lit restaurant looks like any other classic American steakhouse complete with dark-wood panels, leather vinyl booths and heavily trodden floral carpets. Adorning the walls were portraits of various cowboys and sheriff looking men. I probably should have recognized one of these heartland heroes, but to me they all looked like Wilford Brimley.

I was seated in the Non-Smoking section of the dining room (Smoking Section…really? I had a flashback to my local NJ Sizzler circa 1998). Billy Jack (Confirmed: real name) clad in a bowtie welcomed me and presented the menu. I settled on the Filet wrapped in bacon (natch) and gladly took up the offer to add-on the side of sautéed mushrooms.

With the order placed, I took off my hat (isn’t that customary in the heartland?) and spent some time taking in the atmosphere. I looked around the room and noticed the various sun-kissed couples donning cowboy hats idly chit-chatting about business on the ranch. How simple…how serene…how did this blog just turn into a Nicholas Sparks novel?

The food arrived and not soon enough, I was starting to get worried the four 300+ pound men in cutoff denim shirts and cowboy hats were getting uncomfortable with the guy dressed in American Apparel writing notes in the margin of his Details magazine about the experience.

Filet Wrapped in Bacon – Billy Jack had me cut into the meat to make sure ‘it was to my likin’. The pinkish-red center looked perfect and just the thought of taking that first bite sends a tingle to my taste buds as I write this. The only disappointment on the meat was the bacon (gasp!). The fatty slice just kind of flopped around the side and I actually ended up pulling it off and pushing it off to the side (double gasp! – I don’t even know who I am anymore).

The Fixin’s – Along with supper, steaks come with a side salad and I also got the sautéed mushrooms to boot, cowboy boot that is. The mushrooms were drenched in some sort of onion au-jous that could have almost doubled as a French onion soup. The mushrooms were so good, in retrospect I should have just poured them over the meat to create a harmony of Oklahoma flavors.  

OH – and then there was a bread roll…and tell me this bread roll isn’t the spitting image of Toad from Mario Brothers 3 on Super Nintendo.



By the time Billy Jack dropped off the check I was more stuffed than the bison head that hung over the bathroom door. After recapping the meal through email with Kelly and John, apparently I missed the must-see of the menu…lamb fries. So, the next time I’m in OKC I promise I’ll give you a full report on what lamb fries at Cattleman’s Steakhouse taste like. For now, you can find me at Wal-Mart picking up the latest album from Toby Keith…or is it Keith Urban?


Cattleman’s Steakhouse
1309 S. Agnew
Oklahoma City, OK 73108