I’ll be honest-I didn’t believe in “once-in-a-lifetime” meals until I walked into Durant’s Steakhouse on a chilly Phoenix evening, the kind where Central Avenue still hums with city life but you just know you’re about to eat something sacred.
The host greeted me like an old friend (even though we’d never met), and then… the prime rib.
Oh, the prime rib. Sliced tableside with the quiet confidence of a chef who’s seen generations fall in love with this very moment…