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| - I'll be honest: I avoided this place for years because the name is just ridiculous. It's hard to say. It makes me sound lispy, and I just don't like it. Now, my fairer half--who finds herself quite often having to talk sense into me when I'm too analytical and ridiculous (in this case, concerning a restaurant name)--is from New Orleans and explained to me the story of Chris' Steakhouse, and of Ruth's subsequent purchase of Chris' name, and thus the lispy-sounding restaurant that would become Ruth's Chris. She also forced (or strongly encouraged) me to eat at Ruth's Chris to cure me of my aversion to eating here.
I really don't crave steak often, but I enjoy eating one here when I do. The asparagus is pretty damn tasty, and the stuffed mushroom caps are to die for. And you could actually die if you eat too many of them. My main reason for visiting Ruth's is to drink scotch with my lady (who, because she is awesome, also drinks scotch) and while away the afternoon, chatting with the friendly bartenders and gazing at each other through hazy, bloodshot eyes. Mushroom caps and Macallan 18 are the way to a woman's heart, my friends. Yes indeed.
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