No grill at my apartment on Ave. D., but I did sear the shit out of a bone-in 2 pound ribeye (it stank the place up something awful) picked up from one of the East Village's only butchers, served with seared dry pack scallops and a classic Cesar salad with tons of anchovy in the dressing. Amarone and Sancerre to drink (apps were California whitefish caviar with labneh and chives on melba toasts).
My pics aren't nearly as great as MHill's, but I swear that when I cut that ribeye up it looked every bit as good. Hard char on the outside, meltingly tender, medium rare beef in the middle. My girlfriend was literally overcome with ecstasy and began to swoon from the combination of scallops, beef and Cesar salad. I've never seen anyone react to food that way.
"By the fig, the olive..." Surat Al-Teen, Mecca 95:1"