Once when asked to define what he meant by "real steak eaters," humorist and food writer Calvin Trillin explained that they were "people who hold up dessert for a long time while they gnaw on the bones."
Those were the days.
I can remember in my caveman youth surfacing from long feeds at Dreisbachs, the legendary temple of red meat consumption located in Grand Island, Neb. My happy face would be shamelessly glistening from ear to ear, a badge of honor recklessly won by sucking the last specs of meat, fat and marrow from an oversized t-bone.
Unfortunately, the sad ...