Despite living in NYC for five years, I never made it to Peter Luger‘s historic 1887 steak house in Brooklyn. Rumors swirled about the surly waiters and the massive porterhouse, considered the best steak in the city by many. With a steak-loving friend in town one weekend, we also ended up at Strip House, so I thought it would be fun to conduct a NYC steak-off. (I was originally planning to have Minetta Tavern‘s NY strip in the running as well, but it was so bad I dropped it from the lineup.)
After hearing raves about the $42 Bone-In New York Strip and the (sorry, not going to pay it) $104 Dry Aged Côte de Boeuf with roasted marrow bones, and after finally wrangling a reservation at the über-trendy Keith McNally joint (at 5:30pm on a Sunday, mind you), I am left disappointed. I’m starting to think that hype is just hype, and magazine editors simply need something new to talk about on Twitter.