Growing up in Minnesota, I didn’t know steak could be a quest until my dad dragged me to our first all-you-can-eat hibachi party at age nine.
The sizzle of onions hitting the grill, the mountain of rice I vowed to finish (and failed), and the server’s wink when I asked for “just one more skewer” became a rites of passage.
Fast-forward two decades, and I’ve tracked down 11 steakhouses across the state that never stop serving-not just food, but tradition…