I’m off today in search of a steak in NY that measures up to my own creations at home.

I don’t know if it’s doable, but I’m open to the possibility.

Is this because I am such a fabulous, amazing cook and nothing could possibly come close to the succulent, just-right taste of everything I make?

If you answered yes, this must be your first time reading this blog. Welcome!

The answer is absolutely NO. I am riddled with flaws and I have many, many burned, overseasoned T-bones under my belt to prove it.

But what I have learned about myself is this:

a) I know where to get a good cut of meat. See here.

b) Most of the heavy lifting in creating an unforgettable steak comes from buying quality meat.

c) I have nothing to do with that — except knowing where to get it of course.

So, you see, I really can’t take much credit for the awesome steaks we make at home.

But I do like playing with seasonings, different cuts of meat, styles of cooking, accompaniments and wine pairings.

Oh yeah, and good company counts too.

All that adds up to making the perfect steak experience.

So in that department the steakhouse in NY has something going for it — my hubby is joining me!

Let’s just hope the steak measures up.

See you on the flip side!

Joe joined in the conversation about where I can find a great steak in NYC and he suggested his fave — BLT Steak on 57th.

So, Joe, that’s where I’m going! I will take your word for it and I’ll report back here next week.

It’s a tough job but somebody’s gotta do it.

If the photo here is any indication of what it’ll really be like all I can say is, “Thanks, Joe!”

I’m already salivating . . .

Photo courtesy of BLTSteak.com.

So, it’s Monday . . . and this Friday my hunk-o-beef of a husband and I are traveling to NYC for a long weekend.

We need it.

Guess what we’re frantically searching for before we get there.

The best steak in town.

I know, it’s hard to believe.

Since we know we won’t be able to grill up our own T-bones in the hotel room, a steakhouse will have to do.

But where to go?

We’ve done Sparks. Check out our experience here.

And Peter Luger’s only had a 3:45 or 9:45 reservation time available.

Neither sounds like “dinnertime” to me.

So, we’re up a creek. In Manhattan. And that’s hard to do.

It should be an interesting journey trolling the streets of Midtown in search of a steak without reservations. But we’re crazy like that.

You know that thing called a “recession” we’re supposedly in? The steakhouses in the tri-borough area apparently never got that memo. They’re booked solid.

Score one for the beef industry.

Now, if I could just score a steak . . .

Illustration courtesy of iabeef.org.