There’s a place in San Francisco where time stands still, red leather booths gleam in soft light, and the aroma of perfectly seasoned, slow-roasted beef makes grown adults weep with joy—or at least drool shamelessly.
The House of Prime Rib isn’t just a restaurant; it’s a carnivore’s cathedral.
When you’re craving a transcendent meat experience in California, you don’t mess around with pretenders.
You head straight to the institution that’s been perfecting the art of prime rib for generations on Van Ness Avenue…