It’s really hard to say it’s the best, but the most memorable bite I’ve ever had was my first bite of Japanese F1 Wagyu at Jean Georges in Las Vegas.
Now, I am not a foodie, and I don’t often dine at Vegas steak houses, so I don’t claim any kind of refined palate.
That first bite defied all expectations about what steak was or even what meat could be. I know this sounds crazy, but in many ways it had more in common with candy than with the cow it came from - but it wasn’t sweet.
Clearly I am stymied in my attempts to describe such a memorable bite, because it was so unlike anything else I can relate it to, but suffice to say it was amazing.