
5

"Tucked into Brighton at 135 Market St., I find the Stockyard fits neatly into Boston’s unpretentious dining scene: wood-paneled walls, a stone fireplace, red vinyl booth seating, and a horseshoe bar give it more of a Tetons ski-lodge vibe than a metropolitan steakhouse. It’s been operating in the same spot for more than 40 years and has largely looked the same the whole time. It isn’t cheap — you’ll pay $42 for a ribeye — but the crowd is more interested in eating than geotagging, and long-time regulars praise its consistent, dependable food. On a recent visit I overheard patrons who’ve eaten here since the early 1980s and watched a couple be served a filet and a New York strip with classic sides like grilled asparagus, creamed spinach, and mashed potatoes. About the burger: although I briefly regretted ordering it when those steaks arrived, the simple house-ground sirloin with Vermont cheddar, shredded lettuce, tomato, and a griddle-toasted bun, paired with always-golden, salty, crispy steak fries and a pickle, won me over — slather it with equal parts mayonnaise and ketchup (dip the fries in the mayo) and for my money it’s the best burger in the city, especially at $15. The Stockyard has become a mainstay in my dining rotation because it does exactly what a restaurant should do: it feeds the people who live in its neighborhood." - Terrence Doyle