New Yorker

Today was my husband's birthday. We had dinner at the New Yorker, a steakhouse we'd never been to before but which I saw had good reviews. We were not disappointed!

We started with crispy fried calamari with Asian slaw and
sweet chili sauce.

My classic Caesar salad came with anchovies.

One does not go to a steakhouse and not order steak. I had
the char-grilled ribeye.

I also ordered a side of fried Brussel sprouts, but I didn't
eat them: I was too full.