Not everyone likes the idea of eating raw meat. Even though we eat raw meat in the Netherlands (mostly on bread), the French steak tartare is something of a whole other level.
Ever since I was a little girl, I’ve been eating my steak rare. Really rare, and it wasn’t uncommon for waiters to ask my parents if the six year old really wanted a steak that bloody…?
I was, and still am, one happy red meat eater (but then again, I eat just about anything). So I thought I’d be one happy steak tartare eater too. I can vividly remember the first time I ordered it, about ten years ago. The waitress noticed I was a tourist on a holiday in France and asked if I was sure, “C’est cru!” (It’s raw!). But yes, of course I was sure, I’d been eating very rare steaks ever since I was a little girl, right?