My wife and I were craving a great big steak last night. The only requirement of my wife was that it be walking distance as we'd both been tired from a long weekend of activities. BLT Prime was our first and really only choice. Wolfgang's has some pedigree and for a brief moment was considered, but it was too stereotypical an atmosphere. And this is one area that BLT Prime really works - it's a steakhouse in the sense that it serves steaks and has a fare amount of masculinity in its appearance but it doesn't look dated, typical or for that matter - too-steakhouse-like (i.e, missing the gruff service, boring side plates, wood paneling,...
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I am making my way to all the BLT's. Laurent Tourondel has really make his mark in NYC. You know which restaurants are his because they all start with BLT. He now has BLT Fish, BLT Steak and BLT Prime. What's next?
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I dined at BLT Prime last week. Laurent Tourondel has now refined the BLT formula to a science, and the third restaurant in the chain is a triumph.
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Michael Jackson’s “Billy Jean” filled the room as I entered BLT Prime the other night. The bar was about five deep, stocked with handsome men in suits throwing back vodkas on the rocks and assorted micro-brewed beers while attempting to mingle with slinky babes sipping glasses of Sancerre and light pink cocktails. It felt like a frat party for urban adults—a professional playpen for gym-focused hotties and babes. I made my way through the crowd and found Jamie waiting for me at the bar, where she had managed to score us two empty seats. The blond woman next to me, a cute little thing with freckles and bright baby blues, was on the phone with her friend, but stopped her conversation to complement me on my dress: “I LOOOOOVE your dress!! I think I have the same one! Is that Anthropologie?” Yes, indeed we had the same dress, but hers was about 6 sizes smaller than mine. We discussed how much we loved the dress for a moment longer (sometimes my conversations are just so deep), and then she went back to her cocktail (this one lipstick pink), and her conversation, and Jamie and I ordered another round of wine while we waited for Susie. We had been looking forward to a reunion—Susie had been traveling in India and China for work for weeks, and the three of us had not had a proper meal together in a while. BLT Prime was on our list. And let me just get this out of the way right now—it was pretty damn great.
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