Gibsons steakhouse.

We decided that our first American steak should be in a proper American steakhouse. So we booked a table at Gibson's in Chicago. It was a good thing we booked as there were people queueing out the door to try to get a table. The dining room was
buzzing with chatter as the waiters with white jackets and gloves whizzed around bringing food and drinks and showing off the magnificent steaks they had to offer. We ordered our steaks, Claire a New York strip, rare, and I a Gibson's special ribeye, medium rare and chose a Californian Pinot Noir.




I'm afraid my iPhone photography let me down again and I didn't get any good pictures of the steaks. Here is a picture taken on Claire's camera I can tell you that they were thick, juicy and possibly some of the best beef I have tasted.