So, it’s Monday . . . and this Friday my hunk-o-beef of a husband and I are traveling to NYC for a long weekend.
We need it.
Guess what we’re frantically searching for before we get there.
The best steak in town.
I know, it’s hard to believe.
Since we know we won’t be able to grill up our own T-bones in the hotel room, a steakhouse will have to do.
But where to go?
We’ve done Sparks. Check out our experience here.
And Peter Luger’s only had a 3:45 or 9:45 reservation time available.
Neither sounds like “dinnertime” to me.
So, we’re up a creek. In Manhattan. And that’s hard to do.
It should be an interesting journey trolling the streets of Midtown in search of a steak without reservations. But we’re crazy like that.
You know that thing called a “recession” we’re supposedly in? The steakhouses in the tri-borough area apparently never got that memo. They’re booked solid.
Score one for the beef industry.
Now, if I could just score a steak . . .
Illustration courtesy of iabeef.org.