In Jan­u­ary, I was vis­it­ing my brother Eric in the heart of West Harlem where he now lives when the steak crav­ing struck.

Only one year apart in age, my bro and I have sim­i­lar taste in food. In a nut­shell, we both like to eat. And on this par­tic­u­lar day, a hunk of red meat was the mutu­ally desired dish du jour.