by Elizabeth L. on
I took my dad here when he was visiting for a business trip. I wanted to take advantage of the lunch special. The atmosphere reminded me of an Indiana Jones ride. It's quite dark inside, and there's a HUGE buddha to the side of the restaurant, which I suppose makes the place feel more expensive. I ordered the peking duck rolls for an appetizer. It was very, very salty, and there was so much sauce it was hard for me to taste the texture of the duck. My salmon was decent, but Mooncake Foods makes a better one, and for only $8.95. Banana pudding was a lighter knock-off of Magnolia's. My dad ordered the zen parfait, which was like a chocolate trifle with vanilla ice cream. It actually looked pretty good. Dad's assessment of the place: "Was that supposed to be Asian food?They didn't even serve us rice."
by Nikolai K. on
I was not paying the bill, thankfully. And I had never been before (this was a few nights ago), so I was happy enough to try it out. And, all in all, it's a decent place. I had the rib-eye special of the night, which consisted of taking a more or less respectable piece of beef and heaping, and I mean friggin heaping Roquefort on top. I could have done with a nice pat of blue cheese, but I never imagined it would be a blanket that would be suffocating the poor old thing. At least the temperature was correct. Creamed spinach (always a telling side, IMHO) was meh, potatoes were meh, the mushrooms were great. But then, you would have to be really fuckin stupid to fuck up mushrooms. I'm giving the place two stars because of the service, which in this case was great, but it probably didn't hurt that I requested a specific server I knew would be great when I made the reservation. Now, I don't want to knock anyone, by which I mean I do, but STK is not any of the following: cool, upscale, great, awesome, classy, amazing, or a great place to go with a group of friends. I give it trendy, but in no way is that a compliment. Trendy as in, "Oh look, a wall covered with ivory tusks above the bar -- I've never seen _that_ in New Jersey!" (I hope they would at least have that modicum of taste to use fake tusks.) Seriously people, you are in New York. You won't lose cool points by going to an actual steakhouse. Granted you won't be able to stumble across the street to some other terribly hip, awfully trendy, so very chic club to hit on (pick one or as many as you like): Eurotrash, Bridge and Tunnels idiots, morons who "never go above 14th St," banker/Wall Streeter types, loose women, men with herpes, or floozies. I mean have some dignity, eat at a real meat-serving joint in midtown, and spring for the cab downtown afterwards.