Go to The Strip Club

This past Sunday I received an invite to The Strip Club.  Two ideas ran through my mind: 1. that’s kind of a sad place to be on a Sunday, but #yolo 2.  I wonder if they’re hiring.  After some minor research, I realized The Strip Club was a quirky meat & fish restaurant nestled in a dumpy area of St. Paul.  At 5pm the doors opened for dinner.  We shuffled in behind the others who patiently waited outside of the restaurant.   Through the bright red curtains was a dark-chic-like London club. In a quaint intimate space, dark brown lacquered walls hung golden mirrors and red accented art.  We started with handcrafted cocktails.   The bartender made her own cocktail creation called the Panty Dropper—where rich citrus notes danced on my pallet with an unacceptable amount of Bombay Sapphire. The drink lives up to its name.  After a few sips I was ready to drop my ‘delicates’ and give everyone a show (as if it was actually a strip club).  Their bartenders know what’s up, their drink menu listed an eclectic mix of drinks I’ve never heard of before.  It’s definitely a place to go to for a crafty cocktail.

 

As for the food, excuse me as I wipe the drool from my mouth.  I ordered their New York Strip steak and it was like losing my virginity all over again.  The meat was tender, juicy and charred to perfection.  Others at the table had lamb (which melted in their mouths) and duck breast.  What stole the show however, was their beet risotto.  I’ve never experienced a risotto this rich or meshed with one of my favorite veggies.  And the color, talk about eating art work.  The Strip Club seems more like a food gallery than a steak restaurant.  They take detail-orientated dishes to an entirely new level.  Oh, and dessert?  Borderline erotic.  We had three perfectly-warm almond chocolate chip cookies and fresh key lime pie.  I would’ve been with content dying after this meal.

Overall, The Strip Club offers an array of carefully selected drinks, entrees and desserts.  The downfalls? The location is terrible, and prices are high.  Go to The Strip Club when you’re looking to feast like royalty.


JD




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