If I could eat every single meal — alright, fine, every single dinner — at Ruth’s Chris Steak House, I would be a very happy man.
(I’d probably also be really fat.)
Iceberg wedge salad with lemon basil dressing. (Mmmmmm.)
Filet mignon, medium, served on a sizzling-hot plate, with a dollop of butter to make it extra juicy. (Oh-my-God-beefy-goodness.)
Shoestring potatoes, seasoned just right. (Yum.)
Chocolate explosion cake. (So good.)
I love love love love love this restaurant. Just thinking about my meal Saturday night makes my mouth water.
When can I go back?
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