Tri-Tip: A Love Affair

I love beef. It’s what’s for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In my own personal experience, I have never reached the point where I have thought, “I’ve had enough beef to last me a while.” You can just never have too much beef.

One of the downsides of being a broke college student is that beef isn’t exactly in the budget. I eat A LOT of chicken. If I’m lucky, my roommates and I incorporate some ground beef into marinara sauce and have spaghetti. But lets be real. Ground beef does not equal steak.

When you can no longer handle your beef deficiency in San Luis Obispo (and your parents aren’t in town to take you to McClintock’s), you go to Firestone Grill.  Firestone is THE place to go for the Central Coast specialty that is tri-tip.

Firestone has an awesome outdoor patio with lights and fireplaces and a great menu (tri-tip, ribs, pulled pork, and fish tacos). The building used to be a Firestone Tire Shop, earning the eatery its name.There is always a line, which should tell you how utterly great it is. All those people couldn’t be mistaken.

For those of you not from California, you probably aren’t familiar with the wonder that is tri-tip. Tri-tip is a triangular cut that comes from the bottom sirloin, a section of beef not typically used. This cut gained popularity in Santa Maria, California during the 1950s and has been referred to as the crown jewel of California’s culinary heritage.

 

Tri-tip is usually prepared “Santa Maria Style,” which involves a dry rub of salt, black pepper, garlic salt and a hint of parsley. After being grilled on a Santa Maria barbeque, the tri-tip is finished off with either salsa or barbeque sauce. In San Luis Obispo, the tradition is to go with barbeque sauce, while salsa is the finisher of choice in Santa Maria.

Tri-tip, while delicious by itself, it best enjoyed in sandwich form. A toasted French roll, combined with the barbeque sauce and the perfectly cooked meat just plain makes you happy.  Ask my family and friends; I’ve referred to a  tri-tip sandwich as pure happiness many times.

Tri-tip sandwiches are staples of football games, county fairs, and backyard barbeques across California. It wasn’t until college when a new friend from out of state asked me what tri-tip was that I realized that the there were poor souls out there who had never heard of the delicacy.  I was so shocked that I took her straight to Firestone where her world was subsequently rocked.

I’m telling you, if you get the opportunity to have a tri-tip sandwich, especially if it is from Firestone Grill or any of their other locations (Main Street Grill in Cambria and Dog House Grill in Fresno), DO IT. It will change your life.

When you get your Firestone tri-tip sandwich, do yourself a favor and order fries.  When you get your fries, ask for extra barbeque sauce. Then, dip your fries in the barbeque sauce. The sauce just takes the fries to a level that ketchup never could. It is delightful.

I always try to save half my sandwich for lunch the next day (I also save as much barbeque sauce as possible). This spreads the joy out even longer. I douse the sandwich in sauce, pop it in the toaster oven, and prepare for a glorious lunch.

Besides being delicious, tri-tip is affordable. Even college students can shell out enough money to enjoy it. It’s fantastic. It literally brings beef to the masses. Without tri-tip, my college years would have been sadly devoid of beef, except for the weekend my parents visit each year and buy me a rib eye.

Just last night, my roommate’s mom was in town and was brave enough to make dinner for the entire crew. Wanting to be able to feed all of us well without spending a fortune, she went with tri-tip. We ate like kings and went to bed happy. I can’t wait for the leftovers tonight.

I can never get enough tri-tip. It’s juicy, it’s tender, and it’s flavorful. It’s cheap, but just as good as a more expensive cut. Try it and you’ll understand. You'll also be hooked for life. Sorry if your mouth is watering. Go have some beef.

I'm Growing Up- Wait, What?

Yesterday, I realized I was growing up. It was an interesting feeling. On one side, “hey, I’m almost a real adult! Woo!” On the other side, “hey, I’m almost a real adult! Noooo!”

I’ve known for a while now that I’m about to start me senior year at Cal Poly. Senior year= graduation= job = real adult grown up. For some reason, that hadn’t really sunk in yet though, as much as I thought it had.

But boy did it start to yesterday. You see, yesterday, I made my first adult purchase. I bought a MacBook Pro. All by myself. With my own money. That I made by myself. That was basically the entirety of my savings account. It was scary. Luckily, my roommates were there to make sure I didn’t run from the store weeping.

As I happily spent the rest of the day setting up my magnificent new computer and feeling just a little weird about having the least amount of money I have ever had in my entire life, I realized that this was just the beginning. One day in the not so distant future, I’m going to have to make lots of adult purchases. Like a couch. Or guest towels. Or a lamp that didn’t come from the college section at Target. Holy crap, I’m growing up.

My whole life I’ve been excited to being a “grown up” and being independent. But now that it is less than a year away, a healthy dose of fear has been added to that anticipation. I’m not really sure how to handle it either. I don’t like uncertainty.

Luckily, there are still 266 days until graduation and 266 more days for me to realize I am growing up and that it is okay that I’m freaking out a little. Thank goodness this year is a leap year!