Every couple of months, for the past few years, Ford and I meet at Strip House. We each get the same thing every time. He gets the Ribeye and I get the New York Strip, we split the Bibb lettuce salad--no sides, which always seems to shock the server. We sit at the bar. The clientele here is mostly Wall Street type guys but it's my favorite place to have a steak. It's always cooked perfectly, charred and salty. 
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