I like puns. I blame my Dad for that.
A sample of the kind of eye-rolling hilarity that he and I are fond of: I have a dentist’s appointment tomorrow. It’s at two thirty. Get it? Tooth hurty? Ho ho ho. But how is that type of humor relevant to this update? Bear with me.
Actually, I don’t have a bear with me because I hear they’re dangerous. However, providing the disclaimer on puns means that I can proceed to praise DC steak restaurant Medium Rare like so: it’s some of the greatest meat in Washington. I’d steak my reputation on it.
Zing! All right, no more puns or other comedy clangers. Rather I will proceed with providing straight-forward compliments — with zero caveats — to the food, service, drinks and all-round good time at this relatively new restaurant.
The menu is very limited, with bread then salad then steak. No other options. I like the simplicity. And for the high quality of food provided, the prices are very reasonable.
The bread comes out first, chunky and with a crunchy, delicious crust. Up next is the salad, and it’s a generous portion with a creamy but not overwhelming dressing. But those are just preludes to the star of the meal: the steak.
The waiter brings out the meat and fries (delicious, slightly salty, impossible to stop eating) in two stages. A small portion to get you started, coated in a “secret sauce.” About 10 minutes later the waiter returns with more steak and fries. Excellent.
Given the name of the place, I had my steak medium rare. Good choice, because it was some of the best steak I’ve had in a long time. Tender and perfectly cooked, whatever was in the secret sauce topped things off with a slightly peppery kick. Outstanding.
Oh, and when I was in bathroom, instead of hearing elevator-style piped music, there’s audio of a French language lesson. The one I experienced was some guy teaching pickup lines. Alas, I went home after dinner so I didn’t get the chance to swagger up to someone at a bar and, in my best Pepe Le Pew accent, say, “I have a hot tub at home. Care to see it?”
Joke would be on them anyway, I don’t have a hot tub.