In Atlanta for a friend's surprise party -- thus on my own for a night -- I asked the concienrge at my hotel, the Ritz-Carlton, where I could go fo a good steak. Like a good and faithful employee she recommended their in-house restaurant. I should have listened to her. Not enticed by here recommendations, I asked for directions to Morton's -- "How can you go wrong with Morton's?", I figured. It was empty on a Friday night; that should have been my cue to keep walking, but I didn't. I ate at the bar. The bartender was engaging, which was good, since I was the only one in the bar. Long story short, the Morton's Salad was wilted, my hashbrown potatoes were oily, and my steak was overcooked -- I had to send it back. Did my server, the bartender, offer to buy me a drink or dessert? No. So save your money. Next time you walk past a Hooters full of people having fun on your way to Morton's, do yourself a favor and turn around and order some wings and a brew. At least if it sucks, as did Morton's, you'll you'll only be out $20.