Thalias 5-Sterne-Beitrag:
Somewhere between the dirty martini and oysters on the half shell, three quarters of a bottle of malbec, the foot and a half long slabs of thick cut bacon, and the sizzling platter of buttery, charred porterhouse for two, I lost my ability to think objectively about this steakhouse.
We were smart and took early reservations (6:30) which meant we were seated immediately. The disgruntled crowd by the door as we made our exit did not seem to be faring quite so well. I admired everything from the arched tiled ceilings (historic landmarks they say) to the friendly waiter who insisted he never forgot a face even after three years (we humored him even though in the back of our minds we guessed it was another case of 'all-asians-look-alike'). And what a quirky, nice old man that stopped by our table to wish us well and thank us for coming to dine... what's that you say, Google? That spacey old man is the spitting image of Wolfgang Zweiner himself? Say what?? I am mildly embarrassed that we asked him if he was the owner... (it wasn't me!)
I will stop swooning for a moment to give one tip to the meat lover's who will come after me. When a delicious, perfectly cooked steak is presented to you on a sizzling platter, do not waste time attempting to compose photos of said steak. Do not slowly savor every bite of that first melt in your mouth slice. Instead, the first thing you MUST do is move your whole steak off the sizzling platter and onto your cold plate. Because, as any self-respecting steak lover will tell you, a cold, perfectly cooked steak is infinitely better than a warm, overcooked steak, which I am sad to say is what the final slices were after sitting on that platter for probably half an hour. No one to blame but ourselves. We were ready to be wheelbarrowed out the door about halfway through, but the fact that we still finished Every. Last. Bite. goes to show that it was a thing of beauty. Not to be missed. Luger's has some pretty stiff competition in the city.