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| - If you're looking for that classic steak house experience--the one grandma and grandpa had each and every anniversary--then look no further. More than just kitsch though, Wellington's delivers on their particular area of expertise: steak. It's a place where the servers are still largely male, fitted into vests, and adorned with bowties (of the clip-on variety, I say with a sniff). The steak chef is on display in a flame-fueled fishbowl of sorts (on our night, the grill chef looked like he was straight out of the pages of a Dickens novel), which really adds character to the dated dining room.
If you go (and I suggest you do) two or more of you MUST order the freshly prepared Caesar salad. Prepared by your server tableside, the dressing is started with anchovies and garlic, oil, egg yolk, dijon mustard, pepper, and liberally whipping with a fork. You haven't had Caesar salad until you've had it done fresh before your eyes--and don't let the anchovies freak you out! In fact, check the label of your favourite Caesar dressing; they're likely hiding in there already.
While our first trip to Wellington's was for a special occasion (my mother-in-law was visiting) I would go here just for a night out. If you like, join in singing Happy Birthday to Aunt Ethel, celebrating her Ninetieth, or wait with baited breath for someone to propose--chances are, both will happen during the course of dinner.
Reservations recommended--this isn't MacDonald's, fool!
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