It was pretty fucking good.
Though exterior burnt ends with the blackened, salty, crust and of course where the fact is was exceptional. There was a great smoky intensity that fulfilled my Proustian moment.
It’s expensive as fuck, it’s roughly a pound plus a few ounces and there’s no sides with it, unless you count the fucking horseradish cream. And the caramelized shallots.
The interior portion tasted like a good steak.
Make sure to order a fucking beer or four to go with it, and maybe bitter cold-brewed coffee for dessert to cut the richness down to fucking size.
Way better than Lawry’s on the prime rib, eons better, but Lawry’s is of course the better experience from the high-backed Louis the 13th chairs, to the no nonsense waitresses, to the spinning salad bowls, to the convivial atmosphere conducive for some serious drinking to the CC Brown’s Hot Fudge Sundae.
Good prime rib here.