3010 Guadalupe
477-7884
Pepper grinder rating: 0/5. (Ruth’s Chris defines the standard for Class 5 pepper grinders. Unfortunately, our waitress on this visit didn’t see fit to offer us fresh ground pepper for our salads or steaks, so we had to watch the pepper grinder in action at other tables.)
Men’s room rating: 3. (It could have been slightly cleaner, but, other than that, perfectly acceptable.)
Dwight’s comments:
Lawrence and I have our birthdays in the same week in April. (His is the 14th, mine the 20th.) So, about this time every year, we indulge ourselves in the expense of Ruth’s Chris, so that we can remember we’re men, dammit, and we eat from the top of the food chain.
Usually, one or two other friends join us: this year, it was the notorious Andrew “Get Out Of Town Before Sunset” Wimsatt, late of the local highway department office and now a citizen of Fort Worth. This gave us a chance to wallow in political incorrectness, instead of reading the Wall Street Journal (thoughtfully provided for free to Ruth’s Chris patrons.)
Lawrence claims that his steak wasn’t actually the best he’s had here, but I didn’t notice any decline since last year with mine. A fillet (cooked at 1800 degrees F, served around 500 degrees F, or so the waiter’s spiel claims), a nice baked potato, some sauteed onions and mushrooms, a large Ceaser salad, and some good French bread later, I eased my chair back from the table, sighed…
…and ordered some of the chocolate mousse cheesecake and a glass of the Napolean VSOP ($13 a shot, and smooth, very smooth.)
All a meal like this needs afterwards is a good cigar. (And I don’t smoke, but I would have gladly walked over to the nearby cigar shop/newsstand and bought one.)
To hell with mad cow disease. To hell with health food. To hell with PETA (and, spekaing of PETA, Doug suggested this link. Thanks.) And to hell with the cost. This is living. And, after all, are we not men?