I eat chicken and rice, steak, and baked potato. That's it.
I follow the Bulletproof diet - it is based on grass-fed steak, vegetables, no carbs and a lot of butter.
When I go out, I love steak and caviar.
I don't think I've actually ever had cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. I've had the Steak Diane. I don't like cheesecake!
I was weaned on chicken-fried steak and hominy grits with goopy gravy all over. I loved meat and wore fur.
I grill all the time - burgers, ribs, chicken, steak, and fish.
Life is too short not to have pasta, steak, and butter.
One of my favorite dishes in the world used to be steak tartare, which is raw ground beef seasoned and then served.
You don't need Montreal steak seasoning on everything.
A tuna steak and a salad? Seventy bucks. Welcome to Los Angeles.
Loading a hollowed-out loaf of bread with steak, mushrooms, shallots, and a fat dose of horseradish yields a kind of portable beef Wellington - the pinnacle of British cuisine reinvented as a trail snack.
