The beefsteak feast done benefaction during Waltham grill Flank
February 19, 2016 - table lamp
Where to Flank, a intemperate steakhouse unaware Route 128 in Waltham.
What for Stiff drinks, shellfish towers, and beef platters.
The scene Late-night during a newsroom circa 1962. The bar is lined with backslapping gents, sleeves rolled to a elbows, trenches slung over chairs. Each list has a tiny flickering flare able of creation even a many pasty-faced New Englander resemble George Clooney. Servers competition clean-cut jackets and ties. A mural of Ben Franklin looms in a low dining room. One can suppose him entrance to life after a lights go down, plucking leftover beef from plates. The women’s room offers a correct couch, ideal for stealing from a impatient date. There are though dual signs of complicated life: Elvis Presley’s “Burning Love,” personification on repeat, and a fluorescent lights of Market Basket in a center distance.
What you’re eating The grill calls itself a “new American beefsteak.” In turn-of-the-century lore, a beefsteak tradition concerned inspired group (and group alone) ravenous platters of beef with their unclothed hands. Flank welcomes women — and also has utensils! The menu is big, beefy, and retro. There are soups (she-crab, $14) and toasts (chipped beef, $13); steaks ($34 and up) are dressed in old-fashioned style, with Roquefort butter, Hollandaise, or Béarnaise. Live vast with a shellfish building for 8 ($95), arrayed with internal seafood, pile crab, canapés, and of march toasts. Or opt for a family-style Beefsteak cooking (starting during $85 per person), a riot with salads, soups, charcuterie, canapés, vegetables, and sliced flank, surfaced off with iced divert and sweets.
Care for a drink? There’s an comprehensive list of bourbon, whiskey, and rye; cocktails are a uniform $14. (A server says that Manhattans, no surprise, are a approach to go.) There’s also a important list of bottle and bottled drink (Jack’s Abby, Wormtown).
Overheard Smooth talkers; silly jokers; Elvis. “I only need a notation of your time, and it will be value it,” a sharp male tells an comparison couple. Two fresh-faced guys in matching black glasses, clearly gay to be out on a town, high-five any other. “We only done a same joke!” A china fox takes his chair during a bar and orders a martini, a interloper from a Cheever novel who doesn’t wish to go home yet. Elvis blasts from a speakers. “I’m only a hunk-a-hunk-a burnin’ love!”
74 Tower Road (at Main Street), Waltham, 781-893-5265, www.flankwaltham.com