Brigid did a recent post about home cookin’ (who knew? :-)) with Mr. B and Midwest Chick, and included STEAK!
Geez, I miss steak… :-( (the image of Guffaw as Homer Simpson, reclining on the couch and drooling)
I’ve had a couple ‘home-cooked’ and a couple at ‘steakhouse’ versions in the past few years, but very few have met my very high standards. Even when prepared by me.
There’s one place that sticks out in my mind that gets it right, perhaps because I discovered it in adulthood and have only been 5 or 6 times. And not in recent years.
Founded in downtown Phoenix by Jack Durant (before 1953) this place embodies a time capsule for the late 50s, early 60s in terms of service, food and ambience. If The Rat Pack ever ate in Phoenix, this would have been their place.
The wait staff all wear tuxedo dress. The place is dark and cool, even in the Arizona Summers. The red flocked wallpaper is above the red leather booths. Think San Francisco’s Ernie’s in a smaller venue. The restrooms are well-appointed and the bar is fully stocked.
And the food. The best steaks and seafood on the planet. (I’ve taken the opinion of others on the seafood).
One parks in the rear (or uses the
varlet valet), and usually enters through the impeccably clean, organized KITCHEN (!), directly adjacent to the massive broiler.
Reservations are recommended for evening hours. The dress code, surprisingly, is as follows: NO SLEEVELESS SHIRTS ON MEN. I guess not surprising, as this IS Arizona. :-)
The desserts are to die for. The wait staff is always there, but never hovers.
Jack passed a few years ago. Ernie’s no longer exists. But Jack’s restaurant continues!
The billboard above the restaurant used to say it all.
“Durant’s is the finest restaurant in the World! signed/Jack Durant”
Durant’s gave me nothing to write this. FTC, find your own steak place!