Kev headed downstairs and roasted/charred the crap out of our steaks. These steaks were beyond well-done...you could hardly even recognize that it was a rib-eye meat. I ate less than half of mine, then picked and prodded it the rest of the dinner wondering what went wrong down there on the grill. Even the caramelized shallot reduction couldn't disguise the terrible cooking of that precious red meat!
Kevin Krim, you owe both Arthur and I some rare-cooked steaks! :-)