As most species in this universe are well aware off: the very best steaks are found on the planet earth, in Rockhampton, the Great Western Hotel to be exact. The exception -of course- is the 'Bos Taurus'-species, which against common sense breeds prolifically and thus provides a steady supply of perpendicularly cuts of muscle fibre we know as steaks.
The steaks taste very much like fish don't and are a lot more delicious than you might think, even if you start from a position of thinking that they're pretty delicious to start with. I checked it quite thoroughly and am quite sure of this statement. Proof, I guess, is that we flew 800 kms north just to get one.
The restaurant holds a rodeo ground, the lifework of an overzealous taxonomist with at least 15 bull-heads hanging from the walls and a giant grill. The owner came up with the concept basically to annoy vegetarians, who's evolutionary state -in his view- is stuck between a pressure cooker and carrot munching rabbits.
After such a fantastic meal, there is nothing left to do but celebrate summer in Queensland and have a daytrip to the Keppel Islands.
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