It was Greek Tutor's idea and lots of hair gel was involved.
Get dressed up mafioso style and have a swanky dinner at Taylor's Steak House, a supposed mafia hang out in the 1950's when the place was newly built. The mahogany vinyl booths don't lie.
Greek Tutor GT double fisting two California Cabernet Sauvignons, and were led by our bow-tie clad waiter to a burgundy leather booth with a view of the bar.
The thing about steak houses is that I get confused and scared. I'm not a big meat eater and I've never eaten an entire steak in my life. As our wine was uncorked and bread, baptized in white cloths, was served, GT chimed in,
"Eh guys, why don't we get an appetizer to start."
I spotted one of my favorite things to order at a restaurant, something too daunting to make at home: Crab Cakes ($15.95). And we all agreed. All crab and no fillers.
Again, I failed the test ordering the Shrimp Alexander ($28.95) with beurre blanc with house made potato chips and creamed spinach as my sides. I don't know what I was thinking. Mr. Raul the bow tied waiter's eye's lit up when he was describing this dish so I went for it. The poor shrimps, bless their hearts, were over cooked. The creamed spinach was the best -worthy of any Senior Nursing Home - a hint of nutmeg, a few slivers of almonds buried away and just the right amount of creaminess.
Ziad got the prime rib. Massive meat attack.
3362 West 8th St
Los Angeles, CA 90005