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| - As other reviews have noted, Strip sits off the Main Street so it wasn't the easiest to see at night. First impression was great - the decor and ambiance is super cool, loved the barn and the lighting! The menu is small, which I have no issues with. It was our anniversary so we wanted to eat some awesome meat. The hubby ordered the pork chops, which was fine but they refuse to accommodate your preference for sides. The chops HAD to come with baby bokchoy, which my hubby hates, they refused to allow even a switch for an up charge. It was just very strange. I mean I get the plates are planned by the chef carefully, but something like bokchoy isn't everyone's cup of tea. Anyway, I wanted to order a streak, and the steaks all come sans sides, so you have to order a side extra. No problem, except the sides are all family style - ughhh! So for two people we have to order a family sized side? Strip is making this too complicated. Long story short, we ordered corn on the cob so the hubby could eat corn and I literally pushed his bokchoy onto my plate (idiotic) and I ended up eating that, along with corn since we had enough to feed five people.
Ok, so rant over. The steak was seriously the best streak I've eaten in my life. Hands down. I'm a Midwest girl too, I know my beef.
The pretzel appetizer/bread they bring out to the table was so damn delicious. I wanted to just eat the butter alone. Seriously worth the calories!
Our waitress was not the best. She seriously neglected the crap out of us. I felt like she assumed we were a young couple that was poor or something so she was writing us off from the get-go. I was kind of irritated as she spent like 10 minutes just BSing with the table next to us as they had ordered dessert and other menu items (bigger bill). I was going to tip appropriately and then some but her attitude sucked royally, plus she was snippy about our kind request to change out that damn bokchoy.
Overall, best steak ever! Service was spotty. Seems like a better place when you have a group of four versus a couple. Knowing what I know now, I'd go back but order differently to avoid some of the menu pitfalls.
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