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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