Jason Schatzberg
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Brennan’s – A Feast Worth Remembering
Our work group descended upon Brennan’s to the welcoming sight of golden butter and warm bread baskets — pretzel rolls, tangy sourdoughs, and whisper-thin flatbreads, each bite a promise of the indulgence to come.
We began with a seafood tower so regal it deserved its own spotlight, followed by a medley of small plates: grilled beef tacos, smoky bacon delights, and more. Yet the centerpiece of the evening was the Tomahawk — medium rare, carved with reverence, and shared between myself and a fellow devotee of fine beef. Elsewhere at the table, ribeyes, filets, and a French chicken breast cloaked in cream sauce held their own alongside crab cakes, tacos, and a tender bass.
Sides were no mere afterthought: scalloped potatoes silky and indulgent, broccoli and spinach perfectly bright, and French fries with that addictive “just one more” quality. Every bite felt touched by the culinary gods themselves — and coming from a chef, that is no small compliment.
Our server kept us entertained with conversation,
Drinks and fresh smallwares throughout the night.
Unfortunately we were to full for desert.