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"There’s something a bit Disney-like about this no-reservations restaurant in the 17th. Eager tourists join the line a good half-hour before it opens at 6:45pm, and the waitresses costumed in black dresses and white aprons bark their only line: “How would you like it cooked?” After all, steak is the only thing on the menu. Most order their super tender sirloin à point or medium-rare. It comes bathed in a “secret” sauce most agree is made with mustard, tarragon, anchovy, and more butter than any reasonable cardiologist would recommend, and yet that doesn’t keep us from wiping up any remaining streaks with the ho-hum baguette or flabby, disappointing fries before the waitresses come around to offer second helpings." - Emily Monaco