Mastro’s Steak House

  Ahh my version of heaven…  big cuts of juicy steak, oversized side dishes and a seemingly never ending Martini… honestly what’s not to like?  

I think one of the reasons I like going to this place, is that the dress code is required, so Joe Schmoo won’t walk in wearing cut off jean shorts and flip flops.  Nothing against Joe and his future podiatrist bills, but there is a time and a place for everything, and the place is not at Mastro’s.   Read more