I pretty much roll my own. Parents, both with farm backgrounds, knew how to pick meat and what to do with it, usually involving a grill. And being poor, or at least cheap, enjoy "entertaining" at the home place much better than picking up the tab somewhere, which in Montana is usually far away.
Best steak "out" in memory came at a ranch table from a select ranch steer just after the trucks left with the fall sale. Can still smell it.
