Thanks to Arnie Morton
Thanks to Arnie Morton I look forward to returning to Chicago.
My conference had just commenced and I was starving. Most of my coworkers had grand illusions of big night out at the new “IT” spot, which was merely an overpriced, IKEA decorated nightclub with a cute girl at the door. I on the other hand opted for a steakhouse that I had read about.
This classic steakhouse was an experience. I took a spot at the bar and ordered a vodka martini. The handsome bartender immediately gave me some personal menu recommendations, which I accepted with enthusiasm. First I started with the center cut iceberg salad. Wow… what a plate! If you don’t like a LOT of blue cheese then this is probably not your salad. I devoured mine in a matter of minutes. Next I got a nice pour of wine to compliment the entree. Across the room I watched the server carrying over a sizzling plate to me. Finally…. the steak! It was the most succulent and well marbled rib-eye steak I had ever seen. Plates of steamed fresh asparagus and potatoes soon followed. Dinner concluded with a fabulous keylime pie that was on par with that of my late grandmother.