Washington Times, December 2008
The Prime Rib, on K Street Northwest, boasts that it's "Where Morton takes Ruth and Chris for prime rib." A bit of boasting, no doubt, but Prime Rib's roast prime rib is, indeed, as good as it gets.
This is Washington's last bastion of the once-upon-a-time elegant steak-and-potatoes restaurant, the in place for movers and shakers, for lobbyists and lawyers, for movie stars and sportsmen. The atmosphere is that of a fashionable supper club. Evening gowns and dinner jackets are relics of a more polished and refined time, but coats and ties are still de rigueur. Beautiful high-maintenance young things at the bar sparkle in basic black.
The space, like so many others in town, is the ground floor of an office building, but the black walls, adorned with naughty black-and-white prints; the white tablecloths; little lamps resembling dining-car lamps on each table; bustling waiters; and the piano and bass playing "The Way You Look Tonight," "Besame Mucho" and 1940s and '50s show tunes all create an atmosphere unlike anything else in Washington. It's deja vu all over again, the nostalgic return to dining as it was long before nouvelle and fusion.
Source: Washington Times
