Adam's extraction certainly went to superlative use, but in the 20th -- and now our 21st century -- no one does a rib with the panache of The Prime Rib in Baltimore (with secondary and tertiary locales in Washington, D.C. and Philadelphia respectively).

Treat your meat-eating man to a night lounging in a legendary environment resplendent in leather, leopard and liquor. Tuxedo-ed servers will tend to his every carnivorous craving while you sample delights from one of the area's most extensive (and expensive) wine lists.

The surroundings emit masculinity en masse, but what better occasion to channel your inner Lauren Bacall to his Bogie, your Michelle Pfeiffer to his Baker Boy. Think there's a red dress calling me; but first I'm calling for reservations!

Peace and Porterhouse---
Allie

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