![]() ![]() Baltimore has no shortage of steakhouses, but most of them are places for deal-making over dinner. It’s equally impossible to ignore a wall of white steel knives at the entrance to the kitchen, a sly wink to Ramsay’s rapier wit and sharp TV persona.īut what else would you expect from the in-your-face, Michelin-starred celebrity chef, who, with his perfectly deadpan delivery, once famously commented to one of his cooking-show contestants: “For what we are about to eat, may the Lord make us truly not vomit?” Having gorged on one too many all-you-can-eat buffets while on various visits to Atlantic City casinos as a kid, I know the feeling.įortunately, on a recent evening outing to Gordon Ramsay Steak, my experience left me feeling satisfied, not sick. There’s also the Union Jack mural splayed across the ceiling of a dining room that smells like seared steak and broiled bacon. There’s a meat trolley with 360-degree mirrored views showcasing the marbling of various cuts of raw meat. As is fitting of a restaurant tucked inside Baltimore’s Horseshoe Casino, Gordon Ramsay Steak is a bit of sensory overload, especially sight and smell. ![]()
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