Eddie Pensier writes:
The chateaubriand for two at Keens Steakhouse in New York City. Worth every cent of its princely price tag of $108. The three sauce boats in the background contain béarnaise, mushroom, and red wine sauces, all delicious and superfluous. The buttery-tender meat needed nothing but a few flakes of sea salt to be sublime. (That, and a bite of those silky, unctuous mashed potatoes.)
Keens is also a mecca if you’re a fan of old New York history (as I am) and theater history (ditto). It opened in the late 19th century as a post-performance hangout for actors, playwrights, and other stage folk. (They were also sued for sex discrimination by Lillie Langtry, who was barred from entering the premises. She won.) The clientele soon expanded to include celebrities of the time, who were permitted to store their Dutch clay churchwarden pipes on the premises. Today, Keens claims to have the largest collection of churchwardens in the world, including those belonging to Babe Ruth, Teddy Roosevelt, and Albert Einstein.
And just because, here’s another epic Keens steak: their prime rib (affectionately nicknamed “The Roof Tile”). Yes, it is as enormous and delicious as it looks.
- Blowhard, Esq. does steak Vegas-style.