As I’ve mentioned before, I grew up on a farm. No, I don’t mean one of those 10 acre call themselves a farm but are actually just some grown adult living out an Old McDonald fantasy, I mean real-deal, my dad woke up at 4 AM to milk the cows every morning, honest-to-goodness farm. Yes, I have driven a tractor, milked a cow, am obsessed with fairs, owned a pony, and am actually not afraid of dirt.
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That unimpressed attitude is where my review of Del Frisco’s Grille comes in. In order for this review to be really meaningful I needed to clarify that I am picky; beyond picky, actually, and have NEVER given a glowing review to a steakhouse before (Morton’s, Charlie Palmer, Ruth’s Chris- doesn’t matter) because my mama’s cooking and home-grown beef were infinitely better. But that was before Del Frisco’s. (Hence why I have no pictures because sassy pants here automatically assumed I wouldn’t blog about this place because steak houses never “wow” me).
Now, after quite the entertaining introduction, it is time for the main event…. Last Friday, I met my college friend for dinner and drinks at Del Frisco’s. It is new to D.C. but Rob had dined at the Denver and New York locations and had nothing but nice things to say, so I said let’s give it a try. For those that aren’t aware, Del Frisco’s in D.C. is located on Pennsylvania Avenue near Federal Triangle station, but easily walkable from Navy Memorial and Metro Center. Since it was about a zillion degrees outside, I chose to drive and valet parking is only $10.00. No, I am not a snob, I just live in Rosslyn and walking to the Metro, in the heat, and then walking to a restaurant will make my hair look like Medusa, and my personality will match it.
After handing the keys to the valet, Rob and I walked into the restaurant and were immediately greeted by an extremely friendly team of hostesses. We exchanged pleasantries as they escorted us to a comfortable booth in the kitchen section of the restaurant. Not even going to lie, I was already impressed and I had been in the restaurant for five seconds. I love kitchen seating, being so close to the action is awesome. Plus, whenever a restaurant isn’t afraid to let customers watch the food preparation process, I know I am at a great establishment.
Our server returned after just the right amount of time to check in and see if we were ready to order and we were. We ordered the roasted tomato flatbread to start. For the main course, Rob went for the filet, me the New York Strip. [Also disclaimer – if you order steak well done, please don’t EVER talk to me about your love of steak. Rant over.] We also ordered some mac ‘n cheese and succotash.
Shortly after taking our orders the flatbread arrived. Not a disappointment. I dove right in and in a really attractive manner shoved this pizza-like appetizer down my throat. (I’m really classy, guys.). Let’s be honest, when a girl is having a bad day, don’t come between her and carbs, it’s dangerous. I also noticed a lot of fellow patrons eating these fantastic-looking mini-taco appetizers. These little dandies will absolutely be on my plate during my next visit.
Now here is where the real meat of the story starts folks (see what I did there), thanks for sticking with me. After devouring the appetizer, the executive chef comes over to our table and thanks us for choosing to dine at Del Frisco’s and asks us about our meal choices. He shakes our hands, talks with us for a short amount of time and politely excuses himself.
Then, a few minutes later the general manager of the restaurant comes over and asks us about our food choices and confirms that we are nothing but pleased with our dining experience thus far. She was extremely grateful for us choosing to dine at her establishment and wanted to make sure that we were satisfied. Again, just reiterating that I was not asked to write this review nor did Del Frisco’s have any idea that I write for DTD. The level of attention and service I received from Del Frisco's was phenomenal and truly enhanced my experience.
When our meals came, the server immediately asked us to check our steaks to make sure they were cooked to our liking. I was shocked (in a good way). I have NEVER had a server ask me to check my steak upon delivering it to the table. As you can imagine, I was not surprised when it was cooked to perfection.
The next 15 or so minutes were quite uneventful as it mainly consisted of little conversation aside from, “Good Lord this is amazing.” And it really was. Fellow blog friends, I found the unicorn that is delicious steak, and that unicorn is at Del Frisco’s. The steak had that perfect grilled taste that isn’t overpowering but still has a little charcoal bite to it. The succotash wasn’t what I was used to (mine is served warm with copious amounts of butter) but nonetheless was delicious, served room temperature with tomatoes. Rob’s mac ‘n cheese was made with a hint of spice and bacon, and everyone knows you can never go wrong with bacon.
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