Medium Rare A steakhouse that cuts the fat

Choice can be paralyzing, which is why Model T's only came in black, and didn't have the option of seatbelts, which ironically, was also found to be paralyzing. Make it easy on yourself, at Medium Rare.

Opening today from the guys behind BGR, Rare's waitstaff asks only a single question in regards to their single dish ("how do you like your steak?"); the space itself gets more expressive, with a bathroom playing pick-up lines translated English-to-French, and a dining room classed up with exposed brick, black rafters, and tables covered in butcher paper, or what Daniel Day-Lewis made from his role in Gangs of New York. After a sideshow of "artisan rustic bread" and mixed green salad, the main event'll come (prepped under the watchful eye of a former Ray's master, and accompanied by handcut frites) in the form of an Allen Brothers sliced, prime, secret-sauced, dry-aged Sirloin Cap, the implementation of which was the real reason a hungry and disgruntled Tony Siragusa finally retired. For your sweet/dry tooth, they've got four strong drafts (including Harpoon IPA and Delirium Tremens), ten or so wines by the glass or bottle, and dessert options like a New York-style cheesecake, "Grandma's" apple pie with vanilla bean ice cream, and a carrot cake with six layers, meaning it'll add at least one to you.

And in case you're taking your girlfriend/holistic Southern Californian aunt, Rare's prepared with a veggie option (grilled portobello with fire-roasted pepper sauce) they've intentionally kept off-menu, which means the price isn't listed -- but don't worry, you can a Ford it.