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| - Durant's, I wanted to like you. I really did. I'm a huge fan of steakhouses, particularly ones with as much character as you clearly do. But what you did to my $51 bone-in ribeye was too unspeakable to allow me to recommend this place to anyone. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
I was able to get past the fact that the server looked like a mix between an airport bartender and a blackjack dealer at a casino on an indian reservation. In fact, I kind of appreciated it as sort of a promising omen of the character and history I expected from the esteemed Durant's Steakhouse of Phoenix. Surely this veteran of the steakhouse circuit would have her routine polished and provide a truly memorable experience.
Sadly, I was mistaken. She could barely answer simple questions about the cuts of meat coherently. She was slow and inattentive, and got our appetizer orders wrong.
OK, I can get past that. Just having a bad day right? Well here comes my delicious bone in ribeye, mesquite grilled to precisely the "just barely medium rare" specifications I had so politely and clearly requested.
Wrong again. Perhaps near the bone was an area of steak that one could charitably label "medium rare." most of it was much closer to medium and the periphery approached carbonization. In fact, I could not finish it (a first for me). Sadly, by the time our server reappeared to ask how everything was, I was no longer hungry. Of course, she expressed remorse and offered to make it right (bringing the table a complementary order of passable strawberry shortcake), but it was going to take more than strawberry preserves, poundcake and whipped cream to get the taste of charcoal out of my mouth.
If you want excellent steak, as much as it pains me to say it, stick with Ruths Chris or Mastro's. If you want Old Phoenix flavor and are OK with rolling the dice with your meat preparation, give Durant's a shot.
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