Tim Steak

My boyfriend brought me tulips today and grilled steaks for dinner.  

I eat steak so rarely.  I love my dad's steak and Libby's Kevin made a steak once that I really liked.  I don't go to steak houses on my own volition and when I'm there I generally order fish.  But my yen for steak may be on the upswing.  Tim and I were sitting on my patio yesterday afternoon, reading our respective magazines and munching on grapes, crackers and mango-ginger cheese.  It was the perfect afternoon.  We had talked about grilling all day and decided to invite friends over too.  Bernd came, and Angela and then Leslie.  

I started the coals using the coal starter as Tim admired how advanced american grilling technology is.  I went in to make the pasta salad and he did the rest.  He picked out the steaks, knew when to put them on the fire and got them just perfect in less than 30 minutes. 

I seriously haven't had a steak that good in years.  It was crisp on the outside and juicy on the inside and mine was the perfect level of doneness.  We all sat out on my patio and absolutely devoured our steaks.  Tim would accept no compliments, thinking that he had merely observed while the perfect steak came into existence.  Still, I know that I've gotten myself into something special, and he makes steaks and buys me tulips just because. 

 Is this that place?  B's review:

This is the place. Chill.  Grill.