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| - This place is number one in the holy beef book of my parents and extended family. Ruth's Chris is nice, but still a steakhouse chain. It's "Pittsburgh fancy". As a non-eater of cow, everyone is slightly confused on why this place is one of my favorites, but between the service, the bar, and the dessert, it's difficult to find something you don't like.
I usually opt for a bottle of moscato, but last opportunity, I ordered the peach pear martini. It was light, but had a real pear flavor--not that perfume one that happens way too often. You receive the entire shaker which is exciting (or sad that it excites me), almost always there is little bonus drink left. The +1 had an "In Fashion": pretty much an old fashioned with an orange liquor. For a glass of mostly spirits, it was made well.
Again, I cannot vouch for the steak. 95% of those in my party cleared their steak plates (with only one slight complaint from Mr. N who had a little tiff that his butter did not sizzle for long enough, but that's a whole different issue). They apparently do it well, with LOTS of butter. Speaking of butter, they also cook their chicken (my main go to) in these heaps of fat, and it is the best thing that has ever happened to that bird. I've never had chicken elsewhere as tender as this. A bird with the consistency of a beef filet (at least what I remember) is only found at Ruth's Chris. Don't forget you order the sides separately, and that is where they get you. Do not order a side for every person. You will have multiple boxes of mashed potatoes and an extra forty bucks on your bill.
Most importantly, you gotta order dessert here. It may look lame with basic berries and cream, crème brulée, ice cream, etc. "Where is the bourbon salted caramel and hibiscus pate de fruits?" In Lawrenceville, probably. But that doesn't mean the staples here aren't just as rich and delicious. To be totally honest, I come here for the crème brulée. Vanilla bean custard under that torched sugar top and a side of berries is all I need.
To prove the real reason this place is great, a tidbit of the N family being a total mess. Last visit we managed to break two wine glasses and spill a water (it was my sister, I swear), causing a commotion which required two servers, a busboy, tablecloths, and a new cocktail to help us get our lives together. And the service remained great for the rest of the meal. I know most places of this old man meat club genre would not have appreciated this to the point of scorn for our table. But no, this isn't stuffy enough for that somehow. Good drinks, incredible desserts, and not nearly as much frou frou as other similar spots. I hear the steak is all right too.
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