
“Didn’t I ever tell you about those boarded-up floors?”
“No,” I ‘said.
“They aren’t empty,” he said.
“What’s in them?” I asked.
“I don’t know,” he said.

The New York State steak dinner, or “beefsteak,” is a form of gluttony as stylized and regional as the riverbank fish fry, the hot-rock clambake, or the Texas barbeque.