Description: The minute I walked into this place I felt the need to hold a cocktail. Not the standard glass of white wine I usually sip while waiting for a table, but a big crystal tumbler full of scotch on the rocks! The Prime Rib is that sort of environment- heady with testosterone, dimly-lit with heavy velvet drapes, deep, sumptuous leather booths and waiters who have maintained the lost art of discretion during their obviously lengthy career.
For this is where your congressmen eat, that is, if they are Beefeaters. Humongous ribeyes are the signature dish along with quintessential steak house sides of potatoes and creamed spinach. Even the solitary unadorned vegetable on the menu - tomatoes - match the surroundings by being the distinctly Beefsteak variety. They were nearly as hearty and mouth-wateringly satisfying as the steak. The entree arrived prepared a perfectly medium rare and swimming in its own juices on a platter that sputtered and simmered like a congressman under grand jury investigation.
There was a dessert tray suggested, but the waiter had been at this long enough to recognize the sweet tooths from the serious meat and potato types. Therefore,I can't tell you what they offer for dessert, because the waiter figured us out by then and merely swept the menu down the center of the table before folding it back into his pocket with one graceful, assured motion and suggested instead, "a Port, then?"
But seriously, they have wonderful tiramisu and cheesecake, since something "light" is all you need followig a 24 ounce porterhouse.
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