After a 9 hour flight from London and faced with the prospect of a lot of driving around Miami my wife and I decided that on our first night in Dolphin country we would be taken by cab to experience some real American food, at none other than Shula’s original steakhouse.
Named after Superbowl winning head coach Don Shula Shula’s is certainly no burger joint, it’s quite a classy joint in fact, with framed pictures of players from the Dolphins perfect 17-0 season in 1972. There is also lots of great photographs and plaques and some cabinets with memorabilia from the 70s.
Despite our taxi driver looking like some sort of hispanic gangster who couldn’t find his way from his own bedroom to his own bathroom, meaning we arrived over an hour late, we bowled up at Shula’s in Miami Lakes very hungry (even though we were actually staying on the same road as a more recently built Shula’s).
Shula’s is famous for serving up a 48oz – YES a 48oz porterhouse steak. They come up to your table with a meat trolley. No kidding the waiter or waitress rattles of a load of details about cling film wrapped pieces of cow and then asks if you want a gut busting 48oz slab of steak, which if you eat all of you get a signed Don Shula t-shirt and picture and membership to the 48oz Club.
Having thought about having that much beef ducking and diving through my intestines I decided that Shula’s signature will need to be obtained without eating the side of a cow’s body.
I had the French onion soup for a starter, and that was enough on its own to fill me up. It was packed with giant croutons and topped with an entire slab of melted cheese.
Call me a wimp but I only went for the 8oz fillet mignon and a shared caesar salad, and my wife went for the crab cakes (which she dined on for two days after).
We did not bother with a desert as we were full, and because the taxi driver was so inept he waited in the car park for us and took us all the way back to our hotel for half price.