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"Coming to this new-ish Tysons Corner steakhouse, I found it unremarkable against the neighborhood’s other power spots—more a place that seems to exist to serve the moneyed of McLean than a foodie destination. The main dining room felt rather bare and unadorned, with sharp-edged wooden booths and white tablecloths, and the restaurant houses a private club called IX that requires a fob and initiation fee and offers high-roller pours like a half-ounce of Hennessy Richard. After trying an overly salty duck prosciutto I’d skip the charcuterie, the 21-day dry-aged New York strip was a joyless steak, and the prime rib is the real star of the menu." - Tierney Plumb