Sometimes you just gotta eat a steak. I can go quite some time without eating any significant amount of red meat, but every few months I crave a steak—an American steak—not one of those skinny Cuban Palomilla steaks buried under mounds of onions and shoestring potatoes. Just a big fat ribeye steak seared in the frying pan and cooked to perfection. Nothing added to it, not even salt. How 'bout you?