Bronx, NY 10471
“There aren’t steak restaurants. There are steakhouses. Steak gets a house.” I recently read this quote from the book Food: A Love Story by Jim Gaffigan. As you can imagine, I can make a number of text to self connections with this book. I relate very closely with the author. But I especially agree with this observation about steak. Steak demands respect. A steak restaurant? NO. It’s a steakhouse. And one of my favorites, is Jake’s. I usually try to reserve a trip to Jake’s for special occasions, but when my friend Jenn randomly suggested that we go I just couldn’t resist. (Girl, I know you been waiting for that shout out.) The last Thursday in January seemed like an incredibly special day to me anyway, so why not?
700 West 125th Street
New York, New York
I hit the town with the boy last Thursday and we had our eyes set on Dinosaur BBQ. No. Ok… you should know thats not who I am. Seriously, who talks like that? It was a friend. A girl. Not a girlfriend (contrary to popular belief.) I guess that might be kind of exciting too but I’m 27 and eternally single in relation to either sex so that wouldn’t make sense. Getting into those large plates of delectable meat… We had 7:30 reservations made easily through DinosaurBarbque.com which connects you to OpenTable.com. It’s great if you hate talking to people like I do. (Sorry I dodged you in Dunkin’ Donuts this morning.) I remember parking being a bitch years ago but this time we opted to park in the sketchy spot that may-not-be-a-spot-its-too-close-to-a-hydrant-but-fuck-it-we’re-starving and got away without a ticket. We were seated immediately. Because we made a reservation. Make a reservation. Please.