So Mr. Sandwich and I celebrated our sixth anniversary. The baby is due any day now (seriously, any day now), so we decided that we might as well have our last nice dinner for the foreseeable future.
After more than a year of driving by the Valley Inn as we commute, we decided to go there. We have a long-standing affection for old-school steakhouses, and this one has been in business since 1947.
Dark, paneled, booths–visually, this definitely was what we were looking for. The service was friendly and informative, and the food was very good. Mr. Sandwich ordered the ribeye, substituting the green peppercorn sauce (small extra charge, but worth it) for the wine reduction, and I had prime rib. We also split an order of creamed corn.
On the whole, we liked it. The only problem is that we’re pretty sure that last year’s dinner at the Chicago Chop House has spoiled us for all other steaks. But taken on its own merits, the Valley Inn provided us with an excellent meal.
