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While the Patrons Suck Face, the Steak Just Sucks

The New Yorker's Owen Phillips unsheathes the sharp knives for his review of V Steakhouse, a Jean-George Vongerichten production that "might just be Manhattan's first embarrassing piece of Vegas backwash." Not only is the meat underwhelming and overpriced ($66 for a single-serving porterhouse!), but the clientele leaves something to be desired. Phillips writes,

The diners are expensively dressed, in an out-of-town way: one evening a woman in furry aprés-ski boots climbed into the lap of her date for an after-dinner make-out session, and the same night, during Christo's spectacle in Central Park, a family dined in matching orange tops.
· Table for Two: V Steakhouse [New Yorker]