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And the pics I submit here, for your approval, speak volumes.
Heck. The outside character of this li'l red shack shouts "Get ready to eat some meat!"
C'mon inside.
Join me, and 3 of my whacky friends as we get down and get steak-y.
Ian appeared, past the red kitchen partition. With the look of a young rocker or budding rocket scientist.
Our Deer Lodge Leader, steak wrangler, master of caremonies.
I'm a bit shy, so I....(YEAH, right!)
So I inquired of Ian, which cut caught his fancy? He rebounded with a well done response.
T-Bone.
T-Bones it was!
For three of us.
That fourth one, no names, Butch, bucked the trend and went for a ribeye.
It wasn't long, Ian reemerged from behind red partition, hefting plates of meat and potato magnificence.
As a fine tuned Foodie, this charming niche carved into the side of a chunk of Georgia rock fulfilled a tantalizing fantasy for me.
A venture into a rarely found world of Med Rare and more.
Sizzles on a flat top turned into scent-sational fantasy fare.
These huge hunks of meat were T-Bone perfection.
The long side, the strip.
The smaller side, a much anticipated tenderloin.
A cut oh so tender. Fork tender.
The explosion of flavors did NOT disappoint!
Thoughts of joy ran through my head, 'damn glad I'm not a vegan'.
Hey, we tried. As we happily munched on greens & things.
Ranch on mine.
But bring on THE meat!
The draw at this Lodge
is clear.
Perfectly clear.
Meet 'n Greet the meat.
An introduction that I believe the beginning of a beautiful, loving relationship.
Well done!
Cash, or checks only accepted. No cards. Kinda rare nowadays, but I get it.
Before we left, we got the answer to an observation we had at the onset.
We found out in no uncertain terms, why EVERYONE exiting was swinging or cradling a white doggie bag.
HUGE portions.
Unbelievable prices.
I got the thrilling chance to step into sear central. The Med Rare command center.
I got the thrill of meeting the vivacious owner, Sabrina.
With a wink and a 1,000 watt smile she welcomed me into her kitchen.
Look around. Take all the pics you want!, she said.
THAT is confidence in a spotless kitchen and nothing to hide.
I felt honored to stand nearby as Sabrina in person, grabbed a spatula.
I witnessed a master at work.
At her craft.
She was 14 the first time she walked through those doors. And now, she transforms a loin of beef into picture perfect choice cuts.
Anything that touches flame, cleaved by her knifemanship.
(Just made that word up!)
A sparkling & bubbly personality to boot.
Bravo, Sabrina!
I definitely have a thing for The Deer Lodge.
I bet you will, too!