Where is the Best Steak in Chicago, Illinois?
Let me start with the best part: I ordered the filet medallions oscar and I COULD CUT IT WITH A BUTTER KNIFE! I have had meat that tender only one other time in my life. This was one of the best steaks I’ve ever had. Okay… now from the beginning…We made reservations with 3 hours noticed and were seated at the time of our reservations. There wasn’t much space to sit or gather but the host staff was very friendly and did offer the bar area for seating early. Our table was around the border of the dining room, which is square in shape with a raised border section over the lowered middle. We had a nice view of the bar and our table was perfect for ‘people-watching’. We each ordered flights of wine. I had the progressive and my fiance had the whites. The amount of wine in each glass was very generous – about a half a glass – and much more than the “shot” of wine that I have had in flights in the past. One of us had the barbecue chicken dish and the other had the filet med
Tucked away in the Seneca Hotel behind the Hancock Building is one of Chicago’s very best, if not the best, steakhouses of the city. This place has such appeal, especially to someone enjoys going out to eat someplace with character, class, and a real old school appeal. It’s a dimly lit, cozy restaurant with a bar as you walk in, where people enjoy a cocktail or a smoke before or after their meals. The walls are adorned with sports and chicago chotzkies, that make you feel like you’re in the heart of the city. The service is wonderful, much like that of Gibson’s or the Chop House, but the place never gets that crowded, so you feel like you get the full attention of the staff. The best part about The Saloon is the food. The steak’s are out of this world, and cooked extremely careful. The wine selection is fantastic, the salads, even the bread, and even the seafood if you don’t like steaks. There’s enough substance to the Saloon to make it more than a steakhouse, you have plenty o
I have had many a meal and many a cocktail here back in my “important downtown businessman” days. It’s a great spot for a decent filet or sirloin steak. But now I like to belly up to the bar every once in awhile, as I did on Mother’s Day, and have a martini, and perhaps a lite bite. Where the heck else can you end up sitting next to a some steel magnate, who has two Rolls-Royce vehicles and a Bentley (the latter which he has shipped out by train when he is on the west coast,) a bartender who tells you this stuff, and who can regale you with those long and politically incorrect jokes which go on for days before the punch line? In such a milieu, and where I know that no-one will remember me from one visit to the next, I like to pretend to talk sports-something I am totally ignorant about, but I just repeat what I hear other guys say. Such as, “boy, there were some really bad calls last night!” And the other guys just take that and run with it,. I find that most of them don’t really lis
