Welcome to another endlessly amusing bank crowd venue: the key elements are there- massive portions, power suit donning masters of the universe slapping each other on the back (refusing to lower their heads, even in the face of the Wall Street massacre) and red meat. Lots of red meat- bleeding onto plates as they squish their knives into the fine display.
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The service is top-notch at Bobby Vans- you feel like you've known the bartender for years- but good luck finding a seat where you can talk to him beyond barking out an order- unless of course you're a charming young philly, "I'll move for her, but not for you," the man in the globe shaped cufflinks winks. City search boasts in reviews, "expense account heaven," and "lively business conversation booms about." Accurate descriptions, as well I should note an overheard line,
"I wasn't sure about the stripes on stripes, but it's Friday- and they're elongating."
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