Handicapped accessible I 've finally grown to appreciate The Prime Rib. My heart's been won over by the black walls with their gilt trim, the little silk-shaded table lamps and the pianist playing even at lunch. As I sink into a soft leather armchair, I realize I've overcome my resistance to this macho scene. At last The Prime Rib's plain cooking looks good.
Steakhouses are so predictable.
The quality depends more on their buying the best and less on who's on kitchen duty. The martinis never did contain any vermouth, and the roast beef and crab always have been excellent. I'm here for the restaurant's namesake. It's some of the best roast beef I've tasted in years. This is a meat place, and it does well those things that we identify with meat.