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| - The best part of Monti's is that each table you sit at is secluded and private, with a wall on either side of you to keep your conversation between you and your friends. I don't particularly care if people can hear what I'm saying, but I do enjoy the privacy.
Monti's is laid out strangely. As I'm sure everyone knows, it's in the oldest building in Tempe. It's a relic. A dinosaur of a building. If you know me, you know I love dinosaurs. Since the building is old, they did with it what they could, and I enjoy the hectic, "Where the hell is the bathroom?" feeling you get. Without fail, for some reason, whenever I go to Monti's, I feel stoned. I think it's because rooms and different sections are placed so randomly throughout the building, I feel like I'm waltzing through M.C. Escher's imagining of a 4th-dimension steakhouse.
It's not the best steak in town, but it's good and you get two sides. If you get a potato, they will bring you a goddamn potato. The sides are big and the bread that they start you off with is pretty tasty. I'm a sucker for rosemary.
I like that it's dark, I like that the building is so old you can imagine someone, 150 years ago, getting shot in the throat over the last bite of steak.
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