A few years back, my friend Cory recommended this steakhouse to me in Vegas. Despite being a vegetarian [1] [2], he somehow knew about one of the awesomest steakhouses in Vegas. Along with amazing prime rib, the place is straight out of the 50s -- red leather seats, guys in suits & tuxes serving you, and kick-in-the-head martinis.
Along with all this, they have these crazy sparkler-style birthday candles -- in the dim light of that place, they explode -- and the light is very unlike anything outside the fourth of July.
[1] I was once quoted as saying: "Asking a vegetarian for restaurant recommendations is a little like asking a quadriplegic for jogging trails". [3]
[2] Cory has since repented, and now eats chicken & bacon.
[3] Yes, I am a monster.
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