The smell hits you before you even find a parking spot. That glorious, unmistakable aroma of beef and fire and something that definitely should not be legal on a Tuesday night.
People drive across Missouri for the cheap prime rib at this tiny rural steakhouse in Perry, and honestly, the nose knows exactly why.
The prime rib arrives looking like it belongs on a food magazine cover. Thick, pink, and wearing a crust of seasoning that crackles dramatically when your knife makes its first incision…