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Court Street Restaurant, Hoboken – A Time Capsule with a Damn Good Prime Rib
Walking into Court Street feels like stepping into a place that time forgot—one of those rare joints that has managed to dodge the soulless clutches of modernity, Instagram gimmicks, and QR code menus. It’s got the bones of an old-school New Jersey haunt: dim lighting, dark wood, a bar that’s seen a few things, and a crowd that actually eats instead of just photographing their plates.
Then there’s the Monday night prime rib special—a miracle of inflation-defying generosity. Thirty bucks gets you a big-ass slab of prime rib, three sides, and a French onion soup that’s unapologetically rich, bubbling over with melted Gruyère, and bracingly salty in the way only a proper French onion soup should be. It’s a meal that makes you wonder if you’ve somehow stepped into a wormhole leading directly back to 1997.
The prime rib itself? A beauty. Thick, juicy, still blushing in the middle, with just the right amount of fat to remind you why you came. The jus is deep, dark, and almost medicinal in its beefy essence—none of that watered-down nonsense. The sides—some combination of mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, maybe some steamed veggies—do their job, but let’s be honest: you’re here for the meat.
The bar, of course, is where you want to be. Regulars perched on stools, sipping whiskey, chatting with the bartender like they actually know each other. No pretense, no nonsense—just good food, stiff drinks, and the kind of place where you could easily lose a few hours and not regret a single second.
In a city where every new restaurant feels like it’s trying to sell you on some overpriced, deconstructed nonsense, Court Street remains what it’s always been: a proper neighborhood joint that knows exactly what it is and makes no apologies for it. If you find yourself in Hoboken on a Monday night and you skip this? Well, that’s your mistake.