I won't say that a visit to Pat's Steak House is exactly like a trip back to the '50s, but when we ate there the other night, I could swear I saw Ozzie and Harriet dining at a table in the corner. Ancient ceiling fans turn almost invisibly in the smoky darkness overhead. With its walls covered with old photos and painting and many Irish touches around to celebrate the owner's heritage, it's an archetypal old Louisville eatery, evocative of the gone but not forgotten Hasenour's and earlier manifestations of Kunz's.
Dinners come with dinner salad, two vegetables and rolls.
Blue cheese dressing was thick, creamy and sweet, with generous portions of tangy cheese that was billed as Roquefort. This place may be a steak house, but I would nominate their fried chicken as the best in town. In size and richness, they rival the steaks, and after a meal of these dimensions, there's no way to make room for a huge dessert. I know it's going to keep me up, but so good that I don't care.