When you say Michael Jordan to me, I think of the lyrics from The Full Monty, which is ironic because Michael Jordan’s: The Steak House, is the real deal. Like the iconic basketball player this 150-seat steakhouse, occupies 7,000 square feet on the 2nd floor of the Grand Central Terminal. It wraps around the balcony and overlooks the main concourse and the hustle and bustle seems miles away. Designed by the architect David Rockwell, polished wood panels and marble, give way to burgundy and gold, with plush lounge chairs. I felt like I was about to board the 20th Century Limited, with the the starry ceiling glowing 100 feet above me. Interestingly there are no photographs of Mr. Jordan or memorabilia, instead the restaurant is spacious, comfortable and chic.
My guest and I decide to split the rib eye ($39) and do a series of sides. I am picky on how my steak is cooked, I like it medium rare, more rare. The steak arrived perfectly cooked, with a peppery crust and rock salt. It was prime, aged and flavorful. Other cuts are also available such as the 16-ounce strip steak, two sizes of filet mignon and a double porterhouse for two that weighs in at 44 ounces. This restaurant is very classic. On the side were some shoestring onions, that added to the overall look and taste.
For the sides ($9) we tried the black truffle creamed spinach, the loaded cheesy baked potato and mac n cheese, that we were told is Michael’s mother’s recipe. I will seriously go back for these alone. There are decadent, flavorful and addicting. The spinach is out of this world delicious.
For dessert a tart and flavorful Key Lime Pie ($10).
My guest also has a new dog, who she loves and for $9 you can bring them a huge juicy bone.
Everyone keeps on asking me where should I spend the holidays. They want something special and memorable. I highly recommend Michael Jordan’s. It’s a piece of New York History that has food and an atmosphere that should make your holidays bright. I am including the menu’s to make that choice even easier.
Michael Jordan’s: The Steak House: Grand Central Terminal, 23 Vanderbilt Avenue; (212) 655-2300.
Lyric’s to Michael Jordan’s Ball
When Michael’s got the basketball
It’s Michael’s house from wall to wall
You hear that name, it’s a diff’rent game
When it’s Michael Jordan’s ball
When it’s Michael’s ball you’re dead, you’re through
‘Cause Michael takes the game to you
He’s in your face, you lost the race
It’s Michael Jordan’s ball
The fake, the spin
The drive and then he’s in the paint
The pump, the jump, and he’s up in the air
Like a goddamn saint!
When Micheal bolts and he penetrates
You feel the volts he generates
He’s slick as soap, he’s King, he’s Pope
He’s Michael Friggin’ Jordan!