Custom House
March 14th, 2008
Eggplant soup, a little wagyu, a little carrot cake. Custom House is not a steakhouse, it’s about artisan meats. Points for ambiance and presentation, but the portion sizes, and their pastry chef’s concept of carrot cake, leave a lot to be desired. In light of that we have a new rule: A steakhouse must have at least 4 steaks on the menu at all times. I’ll be posting a batting order page and a rules page.Next month’s steak night is April 3rd.
Filed under: General
Major DB points for the waiter, though he did have good answers to our grilling at the end of the night as we were commenting (read: bitching) about the size of the portions and lack of red meat on the menu. The menu looked and sounded good, but the portions were too small. The brains – ehem, sweetbread – were a new adventure for me and the wagyu is always a pleasure.
The Strip was prepared well, but agree, it should not be billed as a steakhouse.
Gents, lest we forget the service at the bar (or lack thereof) prior to being seated – My vodka gimlet was not only the worst of all time (basically pure lime juice when it should be almost pure vodka) but I was only able to have one drink prior to dining due to slow service and lack of a consistent bartender. My steak was tasty, but I would much prefer eating a marbled rib-eye in a dining area flooded with rich mahogany and leather bound books.
This place sucked. Hands down the worst place we have been. I was under the impression that it was a steak place; but it’s really more like an obscure meat emporium at least I think that’s how the pretentious waiter described it. If you are looking for elk, rabbit, ring tailed lemur or some other obscure kind of meat maybe check this place out. If you want steak keep looking. Hell even Outback is a better place for steak and not just because of the bloomin onion that we all know is incredible.
Another essential part of steak night is sides. This is not just because they provide fodder for classic lines from an inebriated Mr. Thoresen who likes to be walked thru them. The sides are as much a part of steak night as making fun of Cole. I’m going to channel my inner Chandler Bing to describe the sides “ Could they be any smaller”, Weight Watchers has bigger portions.
Despite the fact that the food was lacking there were still some great moments. One specific moment during a lull in the conversation when a silence swept across the table stands out. Chris Holinger, demonstrating the deft comedic timing of a young George Carlin delivered the classic line “Got a blow job before work today”. Kudos to you Mr. Holinger, you are the “Steak Night” man of the match for that gem.
Custom House failed to deliver and it’s not a steak house
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