Old Homestead calls itself the oldest steakhouse in NYC.
They also makes a bold statement by saying their establishment is the King of Beef.
But is the steak really worthy to be named King?
There certainly was a lot of steak, I can tell you that. If they were going by size, well they may have won that one.
20 oz Boneless Rib-Eye
For my side, I got Kobe slab Bacon.
2 slabs of slab bacon. Was it a Happy Place?
Beetchie got a sirloin cut, which was so very tender it was melty on the mouth. She also chose the creamed spinach which I thought okay. I have had better cream spinach at other places.
I can still remember the meat texture: soft and good.
I love creamed-spinach but this one was not the best.
After dinner, we went to Urban Outfitters in the hopes of finding Beetchie a belt.
Instead we found her a squirrel - his name, I've forgotten but I know it ends in Thuroughgood. Or something like that... She informs me that the squirrel will hang on the apartment wall near her bathroom at Vet School.
We also found a bigger Ninja Town Ninja for BH that Beetchie picked. I guess it may have been a bit of an 'incident' because we got near the lamest one - White Ninja.
Of all the cool Ninjas to get... ah well. At the very least, it was not another hippy, green Ninja.
Kid Robot also has a line of Futurama toys, and I picked...
Captain Zapp Brannigan!
I'm okay with Zapp. He cracks me up some even if he is really skeevy.
Oh, I suppose there was another incident albeit a tiny, non-life threatening one. Beetchie broke a salt shaker while at the store. It's a good thing it was only $4.00 and they did not charge her. Heh.
Currently listening to: "Hands Reversed" by Tokyo Police Club.