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My buddies and I head to Sin City -- this is our spot. Table for 8, bottles of Cab, cocktails, killer steaks, great sides . . . Old School Vegas. Muhammad Ali celebrated his birthday here, the Rat Pack, Marilyn and Joltin Joe . . . LOVE IT!
You wanna know what I hate about Vegas? How they import great restaurants from other parts of the country. I don't want to eat at Nobu in Vegas. I want to go to Malibu for that. I don't want to eat at Carmine's in Vegas. I want to eat at the one on 44th St in NYC with theatre tickets in hand. I don't want the replica, I want the gawdamn original. And that's what Golden Steer is. Over 50 years. est1958. A Vegas original.
For those complaining about the service, you've gotta understand where you are. You don't trot your significant other or your family into Golden Steer on a Friday night and expect rush service. If you do expect that, then go to Black Angus. This isn't 'dinner,' it's an event. Soak it in. Chill for a couple hours. Actually chew your food. Order dessert. Extend the evening. Experience it.
I've found the cooler you treat the staff, the faster and more pleasantly they serve you. We were joking with our servers, taking pics with one server who looked like De Niro, and tipped the shit out of em. We were there for a couple hours. We loved it. It was incredible. All 8 steaks cooked perfectly. If it's overcooked, send it back and grab another drink. Sure beats a ruined evening while you quietly bitch about an overcooked steak and tell your fellow diner(s) how you can't wait to get on Yelp and destroy them.
Smile once in a while. This legendary place rocks.
Bon appetit, bitches.
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