With its reputation, with expected a lot more from Harris’. The meat was tender, but didn’t have much flavor. The sides were uninspired. The service, however, was lovely and the scotch list the most impressive we’ve seen. Live music is not a plus if you are actually trying to talk.
Anzu
Having an Asian influence to the food and décor certainly makes this steakhouse different. Purists may struggle with mushroom breadpudding where the mashed potatoes should be. Steaks are high quality but very small (6-8 ounces in most cases). The room is uninspired, but at least it’s airy.
Anzu
Morton’s
It’s a classic for a reason. The steaks are delicious and cooked to perfection. The sides are well-prepared. Even the appetizers are above average. We really liked the meat parade, even though it’s hoaky. The bar and wine list are extensive.
Morton’s
Bob’s Steak and Chop
Yes, it’s hard to pay more for a steak, but this is still the best one we’ve found in San Francisco: juicy, tender, and full of flavor. The side dishes are giantic and expensive ($8 for spinach!), but once you’ve commited to a $50 steak you’ll hardly noice. The bar and wine list are excellent and the service professional and friendly. The room is quiet and elegant – we really liked the private booths off to the side.
Bob’s Steak and Chop
Acme Chophouse
Acme Chophouse, at the base of Pac-Bell… SBC… AT&T Ballpark is a natural choice for baseball fans after a Giants game. That’s how we ended up here, tempted by its proximity and our desire for beef. The allure of “grass-fed” beef, something neither one of us could say we’d tried, also was a factor. It’s supposed to be “healthier for people and the planet”.
Acme was proof that grass-fed beef is for the birds—or whatever. The beef was so lean it lacked flavor, and cooking it beyond bloody made it the consistancy of shoe leather. And not high quality shoe leather either. The sides were expensive and huge, which doesn’t work if you and your companion don’t like the same things with your steak.
The ballpark atmosphere was noisy and wild, which may not be what you want when you aren’t going to a game. Heck, it may not be what you want after you’ve attended the game.
We love steak. And this experience left us craving real, flavorful beef. We agreed the only thing we could do was to search San Francisco, eating and drinking our way through the top steakhouses, in a quest to find the ultimate slab of meat: An adventure of gastric proportions.
Let the Steak Adventures begin!