While watching The Travel Channel several weeks ago, I happened upon a rerun of “No Reservations,” where retired chef and recent Peabody Award winner Anthony Bourdain decided to eat lunch at a restaurant in New York’s Chinatown.
A recent week-long bout of the flu left my taste buds in turmoil. Hot tea with lemon or ginger ale tasted like a combination of metal and library paste. When I finally had enough of chicken soup or toast with jam, I developed a craving for pizza.
The American steakhouse has been a tradition since the mid-19th century. What I like about such a site is simple: you know what the menu will be, there will be a seafood dish or two, side dishes are extra and the cocktails are usually first-rate.