I had to meet someone here because I had to interview him for this thing I am writing about him. You might have seen me. I was the guy dressed like pre-success David Foster Wallace. The contract scrawled on a napkin and signed at the bar before the passing of an envelope of money prevents me from giving any more detail.
Also this story makes me seem way more awesome when it's left a little blurry... blurry like I started to get after a few strongly poured cocktails at the bar. Thank FSM I had my tape recorder rolling.
Also thank goodness the meal was in the contract, because the place aint cheap. But a rare prime rib, crispy on the outside baked potato, oysters, crazy good bread, are worth it if you have it. I just soaked the front of my shirt with my Pavlovian salivation.
This place is classy as hell and all Rat Pack feeling. Yeah, I assume every review of this place has some reference to the Rat Pack in it but I didn't read any so I'm not going to feel bad about it.
I don't know how I managed to make it to 30 before my first trip here. I'm a Phoenix kid and it's a Phoenix staple. The crowd was a little Luby's but I like old people. It's cool.