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i always appreciate walking into an establishment and immediately feeling i’ve stepped into another time or land–some secret place that only a select few are privy to. well, for those of you who’ve had the pleasure to cross the threshold of red prime steakhouse in oklahoma city, then you know what i mean.
nestled on broadway on the northern edge of the bustling downtown okc, red prime begs for your company. their sign itself is a beacon of light against a backdrop of the gray and brown buildings. it sets itself apart so as if to say, “come and sup with us! you’ll leave a happier, better person.”
and that you do. the second you push open the ten-foot tall doors with gargantuan handles, the outside light is taken away and replaced with a soft red glow. the outside city traffic is no more, and your ears are flooded with a jazz fusion that evokes instant satisfaction and relaxation.
as soon as your eyes adjust to the new environment, you’re greeted by a host of smiling faces, perched to whisk you away to a delightful nook that’s complete with a delicately set table.
you’re given just enough time to take in your surroundings, then your attentive and knowledgeable server re-emerges to take drink orders and food orders if ready. you never feel rushed. at red prime, meals and drink are meant to be a celebration of life and love.
when the food is delivered, the chef carries it out to ensure steaks are prepared properly. the presentation is exquisite.
the plates are brought with each item ordered on a separate white plate. first up was the asparagus with a light balsamic sauce, topped with asiago cheese. the asparagus was sliced longways, and perfectly crisp. the texture of crunch with the tart hint of balsamic and salty finish of asiago makes for the most perfect-tasting asparagus that you’ll ever eat.
the crispy brussel sprouts were prepared just so, boasting the perfect combination of crisp without losing the character of the sprout. they were decadently seasoned with one of prime’s exceptional and unique flavours.
they’re pretty spicy! i’d suggest it a great pair for a steak meal to cleanse your palette a bit between bites.
the wagyu wednesday special is what i ordered, since i had the delight to be an esteemed wagyu wednesday contest winner. myself and a guest were treated to the best surprise that a wednesday could offer–culture, class, and divine cuisine!
as i’ve mentioned before, red prime is the home of a glorious selection of crusts and sauces to amuse and delight your own palette. ask the chef if you’re unsure on which to choose! some options that you’ll have are jalapeño béarnaise, creamy horseradish, brown sugar & sea salt (just to name a few).
my entire food experience was peppered with attentive and proud chefs, restaurant managers, and of course our server, charles. they left out nothing to complete a positively perfect dining experience.
when charles asked if we’d be having dessert, he took the liberty to suggest an off-the-menu item. it was well worth it, and i’d suggest you take him up on his offer if you’re ever there.
all in all, red prime is worth the visit for many reasons aside from the taste of the cuisine, though that’s on point. go bask in the red glow, and let me know what you think.
to be fair, i wasn’t born into elitism. it was planted in me by a larger force than i, or anyone for that matter, could plan or mold.
those innate thoughts and feelings began to grow when i had my first sip of a deeply tannic and robust red wine. my eyes widened and soul awakened to the possibility i was, in fact, living out what i’d always dreamt of. that i, though starting small and slow, was living out what i’d always envisioned for my future.
peering at my early 1900s blue farmhouse with a wraparound porch is where it began. i was a girl who, by birth, felt misplaced in her environment. though i adore my family, i never felt quite at home among the bugs and crops. i remember walking at night on the dirt roads and gazing up towards the stars, pretending they were city lights. i pretended that i could hear cars honking and generators humming. oftentimes, as i drifted away to my dreams, i felt suffocated by the silence. i could hear for miles and miles. i longed for symphony of the city that i knew nothing of.
i repeated so many times, “i won’t live here forever. i’ll live among the lights.”
my family rarely took note of my precociousness. slowly i pulled myself into a quiet and secret city of the mind. i never lost faith, but i learned to fulfill my roles in life and keep my wanderings tucked away, only allowed to frolic in precious moments of solitude. those became my favourite times. those perfect and wonderful times.
the sun would rise every day on our bustling farm.
my family sent me to fetch eggs from the hens and to herd the cattle for milking as they giggled and mused over my oddities. they boasted pitchers of iced tea and homemade pie and were filled with happiness. they taught me to operate larger machinery for crop gathering while proclaiming, “it’s just a phase. she’ll love it here just as much as we do.”
those things built in me traits i couldn’t have paid for in the city. they taught me a way of life i couldn’t be me without.
the decisions i make throughout my days that build my existence are fraught with meaning and seasoned by introspection and love. my life is full of livelihood, not consumerism.
i collect things full of beauty–things charged with truth and depth.
i’d like to say i chose this for myself. however, that would be a lie.
as a human i’m afforded a certain amount of self-control. beyond that–the part of me that indelibly longs for the intoxication life offers–that part is what makes me bonnily human.