Nope... I am very selective about what goes on real steak. But CFS is sort of... breading and steak.
Funny story, though. Like yours!
Back in 1990's I organized a cigar dinner for a bunch of folks who needed some 'Sprucing up.' To fit in with executives and gummint officials and the like. It was put on by a super high-class restaurant. We had a private room. 7 Course meal with a cigar and a liquor/wine/adult beverage with every course. One of the best meals I ever had. Chef was a friend of mine and pulled out all the stops. The main course was ribeye... amazing pieces of meat!
So it's going great. We're having cigars... amazing aperatif's and wine's. Incredible pre-courses. The conversation is good and loud. Everyone is having a good time... and we are giving some good lessons on eating/decorum during the whole thing. Part of the point of the evening. Which napkin to use and not drinking the finger bowls.
About 1.5 hours in (long dinner) it's main course time. The steaks come out. They are incredible. There are some garnishes (horseradish, house-made steak-sauce, English Hot Mustard, etc...). But mostly the blackened steaks are just perfect they way they are. Right about the time the last steak is served, there is one of these coincidental 'pauses' in conversation. The room goes quiet. Right at that instant a man who shall be known only as "Tim" Blurts out: "Excuse me, can I have some Ketchup?"
It was like all the air was sucked out of the room. There was about this 10 second dead silence. The waiters froze. The chef Froze. I froze. Not a sound in the room.
"Tim" looked like he had been hit in the head with a bat. And said... "Never mind."
We went back to making merry.
To this day... when anyone is getting together with "Tim"... he asks if he wants some Ketchup. He gets Ketchup at Christmas. Guys from our old team send him Ketchup T-Shirts. Ketchup napkins. Ketchup aprons. Ketchup.
So I get it! But there is also a place and a time for Heinz 57. And a chicken fried steak is one of them.
Just 'sayin!
Oh and I am going to send this thread to Tim. He is still around. And has a Ketchup neurosis. I think that is because people started putting ketchup packs in his desk, his boots, his glove box... his mail box...
Ah, Tim is going to enjoy this thread. It will send him to Therapy tomorrow. It's not PTSD. It's Heinz.
Sirhr