1701 Locust St.
As much as I love meat, I wouldn’t actually go to a steak house because I think I would fine it just too monotone. I know I occasionally will order steaks but I try to see what the chefs are capable of doing besides the usual put a slab of meat on a grill. I came here for restaurant week. I found this sign hilarious:
I like my steaks medium-well, medium at the most uncooked. I find the sight of blood on what I’m eating to be very unsightly. I just can’t deal with it. Unfortunately when I ordered from here, the waiter said the most cooked I could have it was medium-rare. I guess there’s a first for everything.
my delicious creme brulee