Beef Brawl

The beef is good, but other things are better at Smith & Wollensky

At the heart of Smith & Wollensky is this slogan: "A steak house to end all arguments." This comes clipped from a headline over a 1997 New York Times S&W steak house review by critic Ruth Reichl. The piece centered on an annual argument in her family over three New York steak houses: The Palm, Peter Luger and Gallagher's. Smith & Wollensky wasn't around at the time of these family tiffs, Reichl says, so it's hard to say how it would have put a stop to them, though she mentions its consistency might have done the job. Yet further down we find the real Reichl S&W discovery: "This is a place for two-fisted eating." Say what you will about steak, it can't shut down an argument like a pair of fists.

Or start them, though Smith & Wollensky just might. Just after one of my visits to the famed New York steak house's Dallas outpost, I received a New York Times clipping from Gene Street, whose Consolidated Restaurant Operations Inc. runs S&W competitor and Tollway neighbor III Forks. Written by Florence Fabricant, this is the first New York Times piece I've read in a while that didn't involve plagiarism, fraudulent reporting, former editor Howell Raines' iron fists or publisher "Pinch" Sulzberger's stuffed moose (oops, maybe those last two were in the New York Daily News). It was about beef, specifically prime beef and how upscale steak houses are scrambling in the midst of a shrinking prime beef supply, which under better circumstances makes up some 3 percent of the graded beef in the United States. Prime is plummeting because of a handful of factors, mainly surging demand, a rough winter in the West and a cash flow crunch, which is forcing ranchers to slaughter their stocks before the telltale grain-fed marbling takes effect. Fabricant suggests some restaurateurs may be cheating, noting how easy it is to swap choice for prime, especially when it comes to tender cuts like filet mignon. Maybe this is why so much prime beef in Dallas tastes like it was pilfered frozen from a steak 'n' egger.

S&W's beef is better than that, but it doesn't dazzle. The bone-in Kansas City strip, a chalkboard special, arrives as a piece of charred geographical curvaciousness (it looked like Florida) on a white plate--22 ounces of beefy peninsula without even the benefit of a parsley sprig. The meat was underwhelming at first, at least at the edges where richness and juice retreated precipitously from the dry grainy texture, from which pebbles of fat peeked through here and there. But as the hacking approached the bone, everything changed. The meat was redder. The texture became silky. The flavor got deliriously broad, complex and buttery, so polluted was it from the marrow.

What would be beefier than the classic hunting lodge look?
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What would be beefier than the classic hunting lodge look?

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Shrimp cocktail $14
Asparagus and crabmeat salad $11
Filet mignon (12-ounce) $26
Kansas City bone-in strip $33.75
Lemon pepper chicken $19
Crackling pork shank $23
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Was it good or disappointing? Too hard to tell. How's that for argument fodder?

Obviously, bone wasn't present to save the favorite of prime fraud: filet mignon. Though the meat was dense and had some lusty silken swatches sown through it, it had far too many mealy patches drained of flavor.

Don't weep, though. S&W has much more to offer than simple robber baron nutrition. When on hold, the musical phone banter references S&W's "whimsical Americana, art and antiques throughout," including toys, games and weathervanes. We also saw a big moose head--maybe an ode to "Pinch"--and some barometers. Parked in an evacuated Humpderdink's, S&W looks like a New England hunting lodge: white trim with dark green shutters and assorted lattice work. What could be beefier?

Service is largely attentive and executed with stealth (water comes out of nowhere, although we found ourselves filling our own wine glasses more often than not), and the servers know the menu, although one told us the yellow petroleum floating the whole roasted chicken was cayenne butter.

But it was far more ingenious than that. Stuffed with garlic cloves and lemon, the juicy and well-crusted flesh was actually sitting in a puddle of barbecue oil, far more inventive (and frightening) than simple peppered butter piddle. This liquid starts with house-made barbecue sauce treated with coffee grounds. The mix is then blended with olive oil and subjected to a slow refining simmer before it is filtered to clear yellow oil and applied to the chicken.

In all fairness, though, the server did return to correct his error. The servers are dressed in crisp white jackets with long chains of metal bars dangling from their lapels designating all of the S&W outpost cities. Slap a couple of gold epaulettes on their shoulders and a nice brimmed cap on their heads and they'd make swell banana republic dictator replicas, which might make those robber barons feel right at home.

And who would have thought a robber-baron den could make addicting gazpacho? But there it is, dark and delicately lumpy, ceremoniously poured from a silver urn into a white bowl. It looked like homicidal salsa. But it was deliriously brisk with cool rich tomato savor and a burst of heat that poked at the back of the throat long after the swallow. It's a compulsive slurp, a perfect richness delivery system among summer swelter.

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