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The Ingredient All Steaks Need In Order to Be Steaks

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Every account of a favorite dish from France, the one that exemplifies the French experience, follows the same formula. First, we’re told, it’s a simple thing, just an ordinary thing—green beans or lamb stew or lemon tart, but one never knew how beautiful or delicious it could be until… Then, the thing (green beans or lamb stew or lemon tart) is sourced to an old bistro or auberge in one arrondisement or another, or in some small town with three names (Evanie-les-Beaux or the like) in Provence. Then, we get the news that the bistro or auberge has since closed or been degraded, and so you have learn to make it at home, where, good as it is, it is mysteriously not as good.

That this formula has all the elements of a cliché will not prevent me from conforming exactly to it in the following account.

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See the shallots; love the shallots.
See the shallots; love the shallots. Photo by James Ransom

My dish is a simple one—an entrecôte with sauce Bercy—and though it is really nothing more than a rib steak with white wine and shallot sauce, it was, the first time I ate it, still the best steak I had ever eaten, leaving me with a lifelong conviction that steak served without shallots is not worth eating at all, like shrimp served without salt. I had it for the first time at Chez René—yes, a lacquered old bistro, yes, in the 5th arrondissement of Paris, all the way east on the Boulevard St. Germain. It sums up France for me because, as a young man, I was startled to have a steak that tasted like a steak, but also later, and more foodishly (which many will take as a typo for "foolishly," which perhaps it is), because I was startled to have a white wine sauce with a steak. I was accustomed either to the standard red wine sauces—like sauce marchand du vin, the red wine sauce also made with shallots—or else to the excellent whole grain mustard sauce they used to make at Le Voltaire. A filet of beef with sauce béarnaise* is also still a big dish for me, though my travails with béarnaise sauce are ones I have spoken and written of at length.

At Chez René they served the sauce Bercy on the side, and it was so heavy with shallots that at first I thought it was just shallots, with some kind of warm vinaigrette added. But it isn’t: It’s a proper, cooked sauce of shallots with white wine and fond de veau. Just to drive you crazy, there’s a completely different sauce, also called sauce Bercy, made with white wine, shallots, and fish veloute; it's used, obviously, on fish.

My experience of entrecôte and sauce Bercy left me with the permanent conviction that a steak is not a steak at all if it is not sauced with shallots. My one improvement on the thing is to save—"reserve" is the recipe book word—some caramelized shallots from the pan to sprinkle on top of the steak, in addition to the ones that sit in the sauce. And this, to me, seems echt French, simply because the core idea of French cooking is things with things—not just the one perfect thing with clearly subsidiary things around it, as with good Tuscan steak that has only olive oil and lemon to season it—but one perfect thing with another perfect thing added. (It can be as simple as jarret de porc served with lentils, or as complicated as salmon in a pastry crust.) In fact, I can’t eat steak without the shallots anymore, and sometimes, given the paltry condition of many American steaks, the steak is merely a vehicle for the shallots.

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Chez René, in the day, did not do pommes frites—this was not an unusual thing; most bistros didn’t. (They were more a brasserie and restaurant thing.) Pommes sautées are a thing apart from pommes frites, and what I serve. Green beans, too—good French ones enrobed in butter—but don’t get me started on that unless you want to hear the story of the little auberge. Bercy, I should point out, is the neighborhood of Paris where the old wine market was, which perhaps explains the origin; some brave wine merchant ran out of red and used white and… oh, make up your own story.

Tiffany Case, James Bond lovers will recall, sealed her love for Bond by making béarnaise sauce for him on the Queen Mary, on their way home in the novel Diamonds Are Forever, and if Tiffany could make it while the boat was rocking, you’d think I could, but I can’t.
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Adam Gopnik's Entrecôte with Sauce Bercy

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Makes one steak
  • 1 entrecôte or rib steak, preferably bone-in)
  • 8 shallots, peeled and chopped, roughly (yes, 8)
  • 1/2 cup white wine
  • 1 cup veal stock (Eli Zabar's is the best), or fond de veau. If neither are possible, use chicken stock
  • enough butter and olive oil to caramelize the onions (eyeball)
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This post originally ran in June 2017. We're running it again here because we feel like eating steak.

For more on French food (sans white tablecloth), head here.

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