Not Overheard in Vancouver
Well, I guess we have to take up the slack since the nice people at Overheard in Vancouver have stopped updating.
I was at Kobe Steak House on the weekend when one of the nice women sitting beside me told this anecdote to her friend:
“So we were in France, and I ordered the lasagna, and my friend ordered the cheeseburger…”
The story had a conclusion, but I think we’re done here.
As for Kobe? It was opened in 1968, and I believe the experience today, in terms of both decor and cooking, is as close as possible to opening day. If you can stomach spending $38 for a steak that isn’t actually Kobe beef, and if you are prepared for an exceedingly retro experience, you will have an excellent time, as did I.
One gentleman who came into the restaurant was wearing a burgundy velvet lounge jacket. I believe, paired with a ruffled dress shirt and no tie, that this is exactly what you should wear. Serious retro-heads will either go Mambo dancing or head over the Commodore bowling lanes afterwards.