Buffalo Birthdays
Buffalo Steak House is the kind of restaurant you go to for a special occasion or when relatives have flown into town (and are treating). With a menu almost entirely given over, as its name implies, to various cuts of beef (with the occasional chicken dish thrown in for those trying to keep their red meat intake down), it was the perfect place to celebrate the Blum family’s collective birthdays.
This is birthday season around our house – Amir and Jody in August, Merav and me in September. With Buffalo’s prices ($20-$30 a plate), we opted to pool our gastronomic resources.
For at least one of our family members, it was also the first time eating steak. Nearly 17-year-old Merav only jumped out of a prolonged vegetarian lifestyle a year ago. Twelve-year-old Aviv had some steak background, but not a lot – it was not that far in the past that he didn’t get more adventurous than chicken stars and burgers.
On the advice of our English-speaking waiter (who immediately pegged us as non-native born – do we look that American still after 16 years in the country?), the relative newbies went for the Entrecote. Amir – whose steak experience is more extensive – chose a very rare filet. I broke the steak chain and ordered three spicy and entirely delicious sausages cooked in a batter of beer, honey and mustard with fried onions on top.
Jody – who’s on a diet that eschews meat in the evening – ordered a salad, which was quite good in a non-carnivorous way.
The sweet potato chips with a mustard dipping sauce made for an excellent appetizer.
I can in good conscious recommend Buffalo; it’s certainly as tasty as the Meat and Wine Company in Herzeliya – and a lot closer for Jerusalemites like us. The bill for the five of us topped $150 with tip. For a once a year shared celebration, we can eat that.
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