Ruth’s Chris the Redux
Well they say its never feels as good as the first time. Lucky for me this was my first time at Ruth’s Chris. It is also the scene of the sweatsuit massacre, but having missed this debacle, I will not further elaborate upon it. I must say the evening started out to a bit of a catastrophe with the whole “I may not make it to dinner because I have a cat in my ductwork”. Having the presence of Roderick Richards made it a must and I departed for dinner while the cat had not emerged yet. Arriving to the bar with the gentlemen already present was a welcoming sight. The bar itself is decent, not by any means an elegant setup but not bad. Our table was at the back of the restaurant, I didnt love being right by the doorway but it sufficed. I would comment on the appetizers but the standout for me was the steak without question. The cut was perfect, the cooked temperature was superb. When I cut into it the butter was still sizzling on top and the slice fell off into a boiling puddle of love. The slight sear that the butter love puddle put on the steak made it absolutely incredible. I was slow in consuming the entire thing but persevered nonetheless. Post dinner there was no question that we must head for A1 to make sure Roddy covered all the bases. Holinger was the big winner at dinner but in the end perhaps made up for it with a sizable bar tab for everyone. Personally I made sure I did some damage to his tab but then called it a night. From the sound of it, Rick decided to wait it out til something happened and I will leave it at that.
Apologies for the delay in opening up the banter. Forgiveness, please.
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Well very sorry to have missed this one; especially Roddy. Amazing how fatherhood changes things…and continues to do so. From what I could follow from the writeup, it sounded like the pre-dining experience was up to par and the steaks did not disappoint. I am sure Mr. Holingwa was not disappointed either with his, what, 4th win on steak night roulette? Put it in the record books.
Upon finding out you fine gentlemen were at A1 I attempted to sneak out and catch a cab over there. Seeing as I had developed a case of the sniffles since bowing out of dinner, I took on the role of the feline in the ductwork and pussed out and stayed in bed. Missed you guys.
A terrible showing by host Hans for taking so long to post, more then a week.
A strong showing for pre dinner drinks as the majority of the group arrived early, perhaps the result of Roddy Richards being in the house. Our host, Mr. Fedderke was delayed as he was pulling some pussy. Just to be clear when I say pulling pussy I don’t mean he was out seducing a super model, I mean his girlfriends cat was stuck in the furnace and he was literally trying to pull it out.
Our waiter’s name was pronounced Owen but it was spelled using Klingon or some other foreign language because it looked more like Egon. He didn’t hesitate to give his unfiltered opinion on other steak places which was entertaining.
The aps were fantastic. The calamari had a Asian feel, almost like orange chicken and was some of the best we have had. The BBQ shrimp and lobster bisque were excellent. I went with the rib eye and it was great, anything with sizzling butter is automatically better and that’s how they roll at Ruth Chris—Sizzling butter. All around a very solid meal.
Credit Card roulette, I didn’t win, big fuckin surprise. Although the new twist seems to be I’m always one of the final three remaining, like there is a glimmer of hope before it is snatched away. Holinger won again.
A full boat for after dinner drinks at Alive One. I can’t remember the last time that has happened. The drinks were really flowing after dinner. Perhaps the drunkest I have been at Steak Night and that is coming from a guy that once got locked in a parking garage. I also managed to get laid, the details of exactly how that happened are fuzzy at best. The last thing I remember is talking to a girl and her friends in the back and they asked if I had any single friends with me that could join us. I went to the front to recruit some of the boys and everyone was gone. None the less one thing led to another.
I guess you could say pussy was the theme of the night, Hans at the beginning of the night and me at the end. Me getting in some and him trying to get some out.
I’m up next. Bring it.
I did forget to mention the bisque. The bisque was delectable, top marks citywide.
Love the Cowboy Ribeye, the mashed and the company.
Hmmm….not sure holingers post counts. That will be a topic at the next dinner. Seriousley, have some pride, son.
onto the meal….great to see Roddy (sans 25 Lbs I might add) and to have the group out for drinks pre and post. I like Ruth Chris. It doesnt knock off the socks, but you know exactly what you are going to get and it delivers each time. The signature obviousley being the pad of butter, a nice touch. i would say i prefer a more seasoned steak however.
Eoghen, our waiter, was solid. He had a clear interest in what we are about. i wish i could say the same for the Matre D…given the shoddy table in the corner I received her message loud and clear.
The asian calamari is of note. I would put it up there as some of the best i have had to date….tender, flavorful….excellent. I wish i could say the same thing for the second bottle of wine hans orderd….It was so bad i found myself wishing Holinger had the wine menu.
As usual, Holinger walked free. However, the class act that he is he paid it back in spades with a hefty bar tab….well played.
I did not get laid, i did not stay out late and i did wake with a massive hangover….
Another enjoyable night out with the group. Ruth’s Chris did not disappoint, as it continues to serve up an amazing cut in a relaxing atmosphere. It was great to have Roddy present as I wish his attendance was not so scarce.
The service was excellent and our server did a great job of keeping everyone happy and content. His only major flaw was picking Holinger’s card instead of mine at the end of the night. Holinger picked up a nice $123 bar tab at Alive One later that night so I guess the loss wasn’t that bad, but I digress.
My journey of flavor began with the calamari and progressed with a delicious wedge salad. The fillet was fantastic and perfectly prepared, sitting upon a plate of boiling butter. The creamed spinach was a delight, as well as the sauteed mushrooms. All in all a very simple but solid feast.
All in all, the Chris is a solid steakhouse that never seems to skip a beat when it comes to what they do best. There is a reason they continue to be a flourishing chain throughout the country, and the Chicago branch hold up the tradition. A great place to spend some time with friends and leave satisfied.