For my closer-to-deathday, Ildi told me we were going to the Strip House. I was taken aback by her sudden open-mindedness, but eagerly looked forward to her feeding me ones to use to lure the strippers. Turns out the “strip” in the name refers to huge slabs of beef and the Strip House is a new steak joint in the Village.
The place has a bordello feel with red velvet walls and padded leather booths. Along with very good steaks (I had a prime rib as big as my head), the Strip House delivers succulent gourmet sides. The baked corn with pancetta and bread crumbs was a particular standout. We finished with a piece of cheesecake the size of Ildi. Damn fine meal.
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