You know, I know this steak doesn’t exist. I know that when I put it in my mouth, the Matrix is telling my brain that it is juicy and delicious. After nine years, you know what I realise? Ignorance is bliss.
BFAM Christian and I are always on the hunt for the Matrix Steak, and welp, last night we found it. Bistecca is hidden away in a ratty side lane in Circular Quay. You then proceed underground into a dungeon that’s decorated like a vampire coven, then you’re guided into the dining room where there’s a coal pit and 2 dudes using huge hacksaws to cut up fat steaks.
They then take your phones away from you. No social media, no distractions. You better take someone you like as you’re going to have to talk to them all night. Then they point out the candle on your table is fat which you dip your bread into, then they come out and show you the cut of meat you’re about to eat, then you put the first piece into your mouth and holy shit. Best steak I’ve had in my entire life. Well played Bistecca.