Strip House Can Still Flaunt It

Strip House Can Still Flaunt It

Strip House’s many tempting dishes.

It is nice to know that some things in New York City stay exactly the same. I remember when the original Strip House steak house opened on E. 12th Street in NYC back in 2000: Shortly after it opened, I had gone in to check out the sexy, red-themed meat palace and was immediately wowed by the bordello-like ambience: Red walls, filled with black-and-white photos of former opera singers, actors and various other theatrical types, along with vampy images of showgirls and burlesque dancers from the Flapper era gave this place a sultry distinction. (It helps with authenticity that the restaurant was a former speakeasy). Happily, on a recent revisit, I found the place still had the same appeal: Little, if any of the decor had changed. My friend and I were taken to a corner table, perfect for people-watching. We amused ourselves for awhile, surveying various groups come in: a blonde family with two perfectly beautiful blonde children; a bunch of men out for what looked like a guy's night out; several couples out for a romantic dinner. Finally, we surveyed the menu, filled with tempations: Steaks, of course, are the main event, from dry-aged rib eyes to filet mignon, porterhouse and of course the New York strip. But there is also tuna loin, salmon, and rib ravioli to choose from for main dishes; a couple of specials are usually offered each night as well. Sides include crispy goose-fat potatoes, black truffle creamed spinach, sautéed wild mushrooms and roasted asparagus. We opted for the strip steak, sided with the spinach, mushrooms and asparagus. While waiting for the meal, it took major discipline not to empty bread basket, filled with warm, fresh bread that included pretzel rolls and onion-flecked buns.

Despite the raves I have heard about the housemade steak sauce, the steak was so well-flavored it required nary any spiking; the chosen sides were a terrific accompaniment, and the dessert fairly insane: Our waiter proudly brought Strip House’s signature 24-layer (I counted) chocolate cake, a humongous portion of dark chocolate cake that was amazingly light and superb.

Dear Strip House: You may be 16 years old, but baby, you‘ve still got it!

» Strip House, 11 E. 12th St., 212.838.9197