I’m often behind the curve. I just discovered Mark Ronson. I hear there is some show called “The Wire” that is supposed to be good. Apparently there is this bar called Wonderland that all the kids are going to. I am not very cool.
When it comes to food, though, I usually know what’s up. This is why it appalls me that I just made it to Ray’s the Steaks this weekend. The only real excuse I have is it is across the river. I know; I am a snob.
I headed over with bettyjoan, freckledk, and J, and was prepared for the early bird special. (The wait is an issue and another reason I have been deterred; I crave instant gratification.) We arrived at the unassuming plaza where Ray’s is located and chatted over coffee before heading over at 5. You read that right; dinner was at 5 pm. Feeling like an old lady never felt so right.
The crab bisque was creamy and packed full of crab. The focaccia bread was warm and kissed with a hint of rosemary. The wine list was varied and filled with wines at a reasonable price point. The perfect creamed spinach and mashed potatoes drowning in garlic and butter appear free of charge and in abundance.
The true star is the steak, of course. At the recommendation of many reviews, I went ahead and ordered the hanger steak, bloody rare. It was heaven. Really, I have never had a more tender, flavorful steak in my life. J and Freckles ordered the filet, and bettyjoan the rib eye, but I truly think mine was the best.
We finished the meal splitting a milk chocolate mousse and the best freaking key lime pie I have ever eaten. Trust me; I have eaten a few key lime pies in my day. The crust was thick and buttery and the filling a perfect combination of tart and sweet. Dropped along with our check were tiny little cups of cinnamon cocoa. The perfect way to end a perfect meal.
And to prove I am not a total shill for the place, a few minor complaints: we felt a bit rushed and the service was merely adequate. Our server seemed a tad cranky. I would like a smile when you drop our $200 check please, m’kay? I do not think this is asking too much.
Basically, just get your asses there, enjoy your steak and don’t be a dumb ass like me and leave your steak in a cab. Losing that steak is something I still mourn.