I'm thinking about a BBQ and was wondering if anyone had a source for Kobe Steak? Preferrably on the western side of St Laurent on the island.
Also, what are the prices like?
Thanks,
Max
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I've never seen it around town either but you might be interested in the following quotes from Where's the Beef?, a profile of Puslinch, Ontario cattleman Ken Kurosawatsu that appeared in the November 2003 issue of En Route:Good luck, as far as I know you cannot buy retail Kobe style beef in Montreal.
Even if you did it would be absurdly expensive. I was buying it for a little bit wholesale from Morgan Farms in Montanna, and it cost 35$ a POUND, for rib eyes and striploins, it was more expensive for the Filets. Too expensive.
andWagyu beef fits right into this scheme of food fetishism. Some of it can be sold at almost $500 a pound in Japan. There, even the supermarket grade goes for about $30 a pound. Pricey but worth it, says Farmer Ken, who sells some of his meat at $50 a pound to Japanese restaurants and specialty butchers in Toronto and Montreal; what’s left of the 35,000 pounds annually is exported to South America and Australia.
I believe I've also read that kobe beef is grown in Alberta (Cranmore, maybe?). No leads on which specialty butchers, if any, sell it or Kurosawatsu's product.So I head to Montreal’s Kaizen Treehouse, recommended by Kurosawatsu and the only outfit that buys whole Wagyu carcasses from him. There, my guest and I happily secure the last two Kobe steaks off the menu. Penélope Cruz, who happens to be in town filming a movie, breezes into the room. "I hope she’s not here for the beef," I grumble to my dining companion, "’cause I’ll fight her for it."
I ask to see the beef before it’s cooked. With my new-found expertise, I give it a BMS of 7. Twenty minutes later, it emerges from the kitchen flash-grilled, with a good crust on the outside but raw on the inside. I push aside the potato crisp, ignore the broccoli and go straight for the pretty pile of beef slices with my chopsticks.
The first segment liquefies upon entering my mouth. It still has some substance to chew on, but not much. Sweet, velvety and succulent, the fat infiltrates every nook and cranny of my mouth. I have to stop myself from drooling. I hope my fellow diners will pardon my moans because I’m busy having a sensual experience.
Five ounces later, I’m full. It’s a good thing, at 88 bucks a plate. And although I come from solid, rural Canadian stock, a meat-and-potatoes kind of girl, I now understand what the big deal is.
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