The tartar has to be removed.

Steak is my favorite dish.

This steak is too tough.

I want to eat steak.

I want to eat steak.

This steak is very juicy.

How would you like your steak?

We ate steak and drank wine.

I like my steak medium rare.

Do you like your steak rare?

Tartar is a form of hardened dental plaque.

How would you like your steak cooked?

Here, take this away!' he shouted to the Tartar.

I would like steak with a baked potato.

I have steak, eggs, hash browns, toast, and coffee.

Shark soup or whale steak? You have the choice.

Shark soup or whale steak? You have the choice.

Yet, there I was chk, chk, chk tucking into a big old steak.

They should have reformed earlier, he replied, as he continued to eat his steak.

It s possible to get cheaper fillet steak, lamb, tomatoes, cucumbers, and fruit from the CIS.

Tons of cheap food (corn, for instance) is used to create more expensive food (like steak).

'Would you like Buckwheat à la Russe?' said the Tartar, stooping over Levin like a nurse over a child.

Ask a waiter for a steak knife and you will draw a look that suggests you've asked for a sword.

'Another bottle!' said Oblonsky, turning to the Tartar, who was filling their glasses and hovering round them just when he was not wanted.

The state television and radio broadcasting company, Crimea, founded in 1959, provides broadcasts in seven languages Ukrainian, Russian, Crimean Tartar, German, Greek, Bulgarian, and Armenian.

Why can I say, I'll take my steak medium rare, I need size six shoes, but I won't say, Would you praise me this way?

The Tartar darted off, his coat tails flying and five minutes later rushed in again, with a dish of opened oysters in pearly shells and a bottle between his fingers.

The Karenins' fat old Tartar coachman, in his shiny leather coat, was finding it hard to control the near grey horse that had grown restive with cold, waiting before the portico.

Even the Tartar, who having drawn the cork and poured the sparkling wine into the thin wide glasses was straightening his white tie, glanced with a smile of evident pleasure at Oblonsky.

The feelings that filled his heart made him ill at ease and uncomfortable in this restaurant with its private rooms where men took women to dine. Everything seemed offensive these bronzes, mirrors, gaslights and Tartar waiters.

This is a shark that was actually landed in Howth just before Christmas, illegally, because you're not allowed to do that under E.U. law, and was actually sold for eight euros a kilo as shark steak.

'Not bad,' he said, pulling the quivering oysters out of their pearly shells with a silver fork, and swallowing one after another. 'Not bad,' he repeated, lifting his moist and glittering eyes now to Levin, now to the Tartar.

They would get dentures, and if you got dentures, you weren't going to be able to eat corn on the cob, you weren't going to be able to eat apples, you weren't going to be able to eat steak.

At the French Theatre, where he arrived in time for the last act, and afterwards at the Tartar Restaurant, where he had some champagne, Oblonsky was able to some extent to breathe again in an atmosphere congenial to him, but nevertheless he was not at all himself that evening.