An absloutley perfect old fashioned
There are some places in this city that defy description. That said, let me try. The House of Prime Rib is a bastion of all things old-school and awesome. This place has become an institution since opening in 1949. With good reason-- perfect old fashioneds, never ending martinis and meat--lots of meat. In fact, while the wine list is so large it requires dictionary-like binding, there is actually only one item on the restaurant’s menu. Prime rib. You can choose your size of cut, but that’s it. It comes with sides: salad, creamed spinach, Yorkshire pudding and potato. These are your options folks, and you are blessedly grateful for it. Ok yea sure, there's a "fish option" listed sheepishly, and in very small print, on the menu-- a concession to some sad souls to be sure.
The salad is spun at your table, sour cream is flung at baked potatoes, bread is dutifully replenished to soak up the copious cocktails. But it’s the beef that is the star. And that is as it should be. It’s perfectly cooked, perfectly seasoned and it’s everything you didn’t know you wanted.
In short, it’s glorious. It’s fun, it’s ridiculous, it is an experience. It’s the House of Prime Rib.
Go. Eat meat. Enjoy!