After considering travelling down county last Friday night, I decided to stay local and drive 10 minutes from my home to the Flames. It was great decision.
Given the economic malaise, it was not crowded. As a result, the service could not have been more attentive. Lightly fried calamari was not pre frozen, and tender, with a bold marinara sacue for dipping. Appetizer of liguini carbonara was creamy, smoky, and redolent with thick nubbins of bacon. Penne a la vodka equally fine.
The Porterhouse came sizzling on the plate, as usual. Ah the joys of dry aged beef.
And the sides. Creamed spinach--- lots of spinach, a little cream and butter, a touch of nutmg...but not too much. Broccoli Rabe tender but not undercooked in a buttery garlic sauce. Equally fine were the house cottage fries. crisp on the outside, still moist when you bite into them.
Found a reasonably priced cab to accompany which served its purpose. Nick, the owner "bought" us afterdinner drinks.
I have decided to overlook the extremely tired decor and focus on the fabulous food and good service.
I would go back in a minute before even thinking about Mortons, Ruth's Chris, F and J's, Tollgate, or anyother steakhouse within a 20 mile radius.