The Palm
837 2nd Ave
New York, NY 10017-4303
www.thepalm.com
When the Palm was just a red-sauce hangout for neighborhood
newspapermen (and a few Lois Lanes), one of the owners would run up the
street to the butcher for steak if some Hearst biggies insisted on
meat. Well, none of us is exactly in desperate need of carb-and-fat
overload, but who can refuse the Palm’s sensational sirloin slab? What
a shock: broccoli (in an ideal state of cooked-but-not-too) and cottage
fries-chips, actually hot and well seasoned. Did I say huge? Everything
is huge. "Our veal parmigiana hangs over the plate," boasts the waiter.