One word. Old-School.Any restaurant named after an obviously elderly gentleman (do YOU know anyone young named "Alfred"?), is clearly old school and proud of it.
Alfred's, triangulated by downtown, Chinatown and North Beach, is a decidedly old fashioned steak house. Everything you'd expect of a stuck-in-the-50s steak place: the predictable cuts, the predictable sides (spinach, mashed potatoes, broccoli), the leather booths ... must be proud of its heritage.
Alfred's is. And deservedly so.
The place was traditional, unpretentious and wonderful. A bottle of Gevrey-Chambertin made sure the Boneless Ribeye (Gareth's) and the Filet Mignon (mine) were washed down smoothly and expensively.
We held back the babes with sharp sticks at Wayfare, a new bar and restaurant nearby where we enjoyed digestifs, and then home for what was still an early night.
What an all around sensible and traditional evening.
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