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| - First things first. Act like a local. Park behind the building and walk into the back door and through the kitchen into the main restaurant. But, don't act like a jerk. If you see a waiter with a big tray of steaks, give way and let him go before you. It's busy back there!
Walking into this place is like walking into the 1950's. With the dim lighting, deep leather booths and red wallpaper, I half expected to see Frank, Sammy and Dean breaking bread in the back corner.
I was there for a business lunch, so I couldn't go TOO crazy. I ordered the "Fat Man's Special" (because I'm a Fat Man), with the thick cut top sirloin. It included salad and sides of mashed potatoes and vegetables. The steak was very tender and huge (I only ate half), served up with horseradish and Au Jus. The warm loaves of garlic "covered" bread were an amazing accompaniment, as well.
While the steak doesn't hold court with the likes of Mastro's, Dunant's oozes the charm of days long gone. I definitely plan to go back for an evening meal, when I can imbibe and be a bit more of a glutton.
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