BrewView: Cuts
by Ren Fantastico
Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise. I can hear Brandon shout longingly for Mrs. Peaches. His melancholy evident, arm outstretched waiting for his beloved’s return. She’s mine now and you can’t have her back. How did we get here? My life has been spent running in the shadows and now I have a partner.
My reckless abandon for fancy dress and drinks was not disappointed. Turlock’s downtown has become a destination that should not be skipped. Fun shops and the yummiest of foods, I have yet to be let down.
As the sole example of sanity in this insane world I must get my act together. Not today. SOMEDAY. It’s a special day for my Prince Charming and he must be celebrated. So I decided to celebrate him with one of MY favorite places. Theys and thems… I give you Cuts Steakhouse.
More than just an amazing display on social media, they make good drinks too! Also the night where I met true love dressed in the finest pink ceramics, a crown of flowers encircling her sweet head… the drink? Is that what you care about? I should… it’s Morning Rose featuring lime, house made elderflower liquor, and of course white rum.
But this sordid tale didn’t start with her. It started as it always does with a call to El Presidente. How can I describe it to you? Oh yes… a rum martini! Bianco sweet vermouth and orange liqueur. In a word hardly superfluous enough: BLISS.
Upon telling the barkeep my heart’s true love is the iconic Old Fashion he threw down his towel with such knavery and vowed to meet my challenge. As I stood gobsmacked watching Brandon construct an old fashioned with the artful grace of a ballet dancer. Such time and effort lavishly and laboriously executed, brought a tear to my crocodylus eye.
The fear held in my heart that I (mere mortal) shall not be able to recreate at home such a mellifluous concoction of ingredients and a graceful touch, that I’m not gifted with. Bull in a china shop? I give you me, lucky to survive a ludibrious trip back to my love to gift him a first sip.
The prince guarded his Old Fashioned with an ineffable expression. I was promised a sip; such behavior being indecorous damn your love, damn your lies… JKJK he slid me a sip or three and showing just enough wrist to make the mind wander… the boy is a sharp dresser.
Cuts delivered on multiple levels; I did not assume there were more… That is until I was invited back for the night held an invitation to a speak easy. Special password was delivered and we were off! The after hours shin-dig was filled with, you guessed it, more drinks! All the fun of a lively bar with a classy backdrop.
While Cuts gives the illusion of just a steakhouse their bar is a master class… did I mention sometimes they give classes? Follow them to see what comes about on Instagram!
As I fudged about at work, Mrs. Peaches gives me the look and I know how desperately we both want to go back… for just a sip or more…
Cuts Steakhouse
142 W Main St, Turlock
(209) 633-1300
www.thecutssteakhouse.com
