“News of the Day” – Rosebud Steakhouse with a touch of Bernard’s

How can a night that starts at the Waldorf Astoria not be good? The group found themselves nestled in the warmth of Bernard’s Bar to begin the evening. Tucked away on the second floor of the Waldorf, Bernard’s is a gem. Although our server was missing in action and the drinks were astronomical (see $6 club soda), the atmosphere and jovial nature of the group more than made up for the shortcomings. Rick and I were first to arrive, followed by Hans, Chris (in for a return appearance), Glick and Conway. (missing were SM, BR and DC)

As we sauntered the two blocks from Bernard’s to Rosebud; spring and all its promise saturated the evening air. We settled into a circular table surrounded by deep red coloring and an energetic vibe; it had been 5 years since our last visit and not many remembered the first journey.

Because Rosebud Steakhouse is a bit off the main drag (tucked east of Michigan Avenue), the crowd is either regulars, or those that have been sent from local hotels, as such, it lacks a bit of identity. Nonetheless, we were well cared for by an all male staff – while I cannot remember our servers name, he offered good banter and positive insights.

Three appetizers arrived all at once and rather than clutter the table with serving dishes, each diner received an individual plated serving with some of each offering – a nice touch. The appetizers were the best part of the meal – homemade meatballs sitting on a bed of polenta, thick sliced bacon and shrimp dejonge stole the show.

As we transitioned from Apps to Main courses, banter ranged from the mayoral race, to legalized weed sales, to visiting the optometrist for eye care and other male related needs.

Steaks were good, but not exceptional – my bone in filet lacked a lot of flavor other than the natural deliciousness of Grade A beef. Sides were different – a potato gratin smothered in brie cheese was delightful – hash brown potatoes with jalapeno might have been better with eggs – the brussel sprouts with bacon proved adequate.

We closed with one of the biggest chocolate cakes ever seen, and a well played key lime pie.

For credit card roulette, we pressed the waiter for a fair maiden to help pull the cards, however, we were informed the only female still around was a “salad girl” and it was reported per our waiter “she looks like my brother.” Rick was the beneficiary of man hands doing the pulling and walked free.

Rosebud Steakhouse is a fine establishment, having Chris back for a visit to the mid-west made for good times. Scott Martin is perhaps no longer part of the group, he was MIA for a third straight month out watching tennis with Andy Roddick, John McEnroe and others at the Sears Centre.

Onward to spring
Overall – 7.5