Flat iron steak. WHOO!

OK, so, as lame as this might sound, I still have to share it.

I’ve been hearing a lot of local radio spots for this “flat iron steak” cut of beef, most often from Fred Meyer. Tender, they say. Second only to filet mignon, they say. Lotta flavor, they say. They say a lot of things, thoes tossers. Ah, well, I shop weekly at Freddie-boy’s so I figured “What the hell”.

The “brand” they carry comes in a sealed in-juice package. Somewhat thin: about an inch thick. Long, like a London Broil. The package is annoying, tho: needs scissors to open. OK, fine. On package instructions say “slow heat” when grilling. So I did that. Put the thing on the grill and gave it some heat.

Came off looking like, well, steak. Cut it in half “Chuck-style”. Not like ground chuck; Chuck-style as in “cut the London Broils in half – we’ll each take one even if it is Good Friday” style. Or Dave-style. I know it Dave was responsible for the marinade. I don’t remember whole offered the cutting advice. But it was Chuck’s apartment and his lone steak knife, so there you go.

Anyway, I cut it in half. Cut like butter. Now, I’m not a master-griller. I can grill beef, sure, but I like steak any which way, so it’s sometimes over done and sometimes seared. This was juicy. Really juicy. I don’t have any illusions that I had something to do with that. Taste wise, it was on par with filet mignon, more like a roast than a NY strip. Yum.

While my sister was out here, I was telling her about it and she was like “oO”. Stopped at the “good” QFC and asked if they had it. For them it was a “shoulder” cut. It was the same size and general shape as what I got from Freddie’s but… well. It was a little gamey. I felt like shit for hyping it and then having it suck, but, well… pft. My own fault.

So as to prove a point, I picked up another one from Freddie’s this Sunday and just grilled it. Yum. How tender is it? This piece was an inch thick again. I cut the piece in half and put it on a roll. As easy to eat as a hamburger. No pulling, no hard to bite pieces – and again, juicy as all fuck. Splattered all over the dish. I’d have taken a picture of it, but well, I shoveled the whole thing in. Quickly. Yum yum yum.

Ah well. I had to share. I’m not going Yong Fook on y’all and turn this into a food blog. I found something that I liked and I wanted to shared it. I Rant a lot, sure, but this Rave was worth the three minutes.

Beef – it’s what was for dinner.