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Wednesday evening I wanted a more substantial meal than I'd had at Clyde's the
night before, so being a relative stranger in the area I was drawn to this
Steakhouse across International Dr from Tyson's I.  In the shadow of a new
glittering diner, the "Stockyards" seated me in a dimly lit room in a padded
oaken Captain's chair with hinges at nearly all the joints.  

A crock of cheese with crackers appeared before my dinner order was taken.
The iced tea, though unfortunately only available unsweetened, was strong,
cold, and bottomless.  

A tossed salad, served  in a wide low bowl, was accompanied by a tasty
honey-mustard dressing. 

My 24 oz. Porterhouse was over an inch and a half thick and was cooked exactly
as I ordered it:  black on the outside and hot and red on the inside.  Fork
tender, it satisfied me so that it was the next day before I realized I had
not been served potato-- never missed it.

For dessert I had a slice of their Grasshopper Pie.  

I'd go back there again -- that was the best steak I've had in five years.
Yes, better than my last Angus Barn steak by half.

Gregor