On my family reunion/eclipse trip downstate this past weekend, I had a great ribeye steak at the historic Ariston Cafe on Route 66 in Litchfield, Illinois, my dad's home town. It was a much bigger ribeye than I could eat at one time (for about $10 less than the same size steak would cost in Chicago or at a Wisconsin supper club), so I kept the rest on ice in the cooler til I got home.
The ribeye was actually rarer then the medium rare I'd requested, but that worked out fine because I sliced the rest of it thinly, sprinkled olive oil and crunchy sea salt on it, and ate it for lunch as a beef carpaccio that made me feel nostalgic for the best beef carpaccios I've had in South America.
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