Then came the star of the day - Porterhouse for 2. The steak arrived in a sizzling hot plate, where the oil was still happily bubbling away and we were warned not to touch the plate. Grilled to a thrilling shade of rust and brown, the steak is placed on the table for us to worship (hahaha I kid). I took a couple of quick shots while the staff patiently waited for me before she proceeded to place 2 pieces on my plate, all while describing their cut. Featuring the meatier loin and ridiculously soft tenderloin, it's clear which is my favourite. My knife easily sliced through the tenderloin like how butter would, evident of its tenderness and succulence. The pool of oil/butter went exceedingly well with the beef when the waiter spooned a couple of drops over it, enhancing the depths of its flavour.