Every month, my father, brother and I get together and and eat.
Usually this involves driving to a restaurant or tavern of some persuasion, and waiting around for someone else to cook our overpriced and sometimes-not-so-good food. It can be a gamble eating at restaurants in Auckland, which I think is kinda dumb. The one thing they do is serve food, and sometimes they can't even do that.
Thank fuck for the 4-burner out the back of my house. It knows how to grill a fuckin' steak, that's for sure.
After a short rehearsal with our exotica group, Galapagos!, my father, Ash arrived with sirloin steak and chicken kebabs from a butcher in St. Heliers in tow. Along with this, there was some chips and some Kronenbourg.
So, with the grill fired up and ready to go, on went the steaks and kebabs with a soothing and all too familiar sizzle. We also chucked on some falafel for a salad and some potatoes. Potatoes are always nice I guess, but, like most things, particularly good on the BBQ.
With the food underway we stood back, had a few beers, and talked about how meat from a butcher is way better and then on to what part of the beast the different cuts come from, and our preferences. Unanimously, it was Eye Fillet, but I think Rib-Eye came in a close second and then Scotch Fillet.
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