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.
Ensconced in front of the computer in his funky, vintage apartment, we perused a list of steak emporiums in and around his gritty, solidly Afro-American and Hispanic neighbourhood. Read more…