
What? You think I don't eat steak—that I only eat arugula around here? No way. I love a juicy steak as much as the next lady. Usually, about once a month I start craving a medium rare steak topped with au poivre sauce. When I crave steak, I only go to one place: Ray's (in Silver Spring or Arlington).
Michael Landrum, the mastermind behind Ray’s, gets more local press than Lindsey Lohan, so what can I say about Ray's that local food critics haven’t already written? Should I talk about Landrum’s crab bisque, a soup so complex I need a Ph.D. in flavor to understand the formula? Perhaps I should write about how when Marcus orders his steak "well done" the waiters at Ray’s refrain from giving him dirty looks. I appreciate that (and he does too). If I’m being really honest, I could write about how I think the corn-fed steak served at Ray's tastes way better than any grass-fed steak I've tasted, and, while I feel guilty about wanting it, I'm not going to stop eating it, even if the Food Inc. crowd is judging me. STOP JUDGING ME. I only eat steak once a month. I swear. Did I mention the price for a dinner at Ray's? A steak costs around $28 bucks and comes with creamy mashed potatoes and creamier spinach. Most steak houses (those who shall not be named) charge a whopping $9 bucks for plates of bland potatoes and watery spinach.
So what can I say about Ray's that hasn't already been written? Not much. Bottom line: Ray’s the Steaks (and Ray's Classics), way better than any steak house in DC.