Right, thats it!
There's no point in doing anything else now.
After sampling steaks from all around the world I can now announce that the best steaks in the world are served in Rowsley, just down the road from my birthplace!
This beauty on the right was one of a brace I acquired last week, and polished off with Mr H last Sunday at East Lodge. Along with a bottle of 2007 Catena Alta malbec, and, I think, another of first growth claret.
The "Don Pedro". Sixteen ounces of pure, grass fed, Argentinian rib eye steak.
And, yes, I know Argentina is not that local, but I figure if we can import all of their lovely wine, a couple of steaks won't make too much difference.
And, anyway, I use loads of beautiful Derbyshire beef on the menu at East Lodge.
But I really have tried steaks all over the world, most of them very good, all of them large, some massive!
She was either mental or really cool, I still can't work it out!
Luckily, my next choice was much more straight forward. Arriving at Grand Central Station, bypassing the oyster bar and heading straight to the Michael Jordon steak house, we were offered the days specials. Either a three and a half pound lobster, cooked how you like it, or a thirty two ounce "T bone"!
Job done then, I'll have one of those, rare, house fries on the side and a starter of roasted marrow bones.
Quite full after that!
Up on the hill was an old castle, converted into a restaurant, it was very dramatic, and a bit off the beaten track.
So there I was, tucking into my starter of linguini with scampi, when this massive, moustached, Italian walked in.
Followed, I presume, by his wife and daughter, and they were pretty big as well!
Half an hour later, two waiters came into the restaurant, and put down this huge steak florentine, carved a slice off each for his wife and daughter, and then just lifted the remaining hunk of beef onto his plate! Brilliant!
So, there you are.
My search around the world for the best steak has ended.
And all the time it was just down the road from where I was born in Darley Dale, how lucky is that!
Right that's it!
Next time I'm going to tell you how I performed a Christmas miracle and have turned Sophie into a sprout lover!
And, how, up at East Lodge, we have had our first snow of the season!