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But it remains an outpost of dining comfort, gracious service and solid fare. Those three qualities, like trust in government, have taken a battering since the Kennedy years. The place is designed in the style of an English duke's country estate. Dark, wood-beamed ceilings, brick walls and old-fashioned pewter chandeliers provide the first impressions. The walls are covered with portraits of manor-house-type ancestors, sober-visaged gents who look like they could tax the peasantry into starvation during the week and enjoy the vicar's love-thy-neighbor sermon on Sunday. I doubt, however, milord did much listening to piped-in renditions of "Love Is Blue" fashioned by 1,001 schmaltzy strings. The menu offerings are so relentlessly familiar, they wouldn't raise an eyebrow on Queen Elizabeth--the First. Obliging staffers bring a plate of rye crisp and cottage cheese dotted with red peppers as soon as you're seated. A decent breadbasket with fresh dinner rolls and date bread can also extinguish hunger pangs. Novelty seekers won't get any satisfaction from the appetizers. The shrimp-and-crab cocktail rests on ice, surrounded by olives, carrots and cucumbers, accompanied by the inevitable cocktail sauce. But $8.75 secured only three medium-size shrimp (the menu promised "jumbo") and three bits of crab leg. More substantial and appealing is the paupiette of sole … la nantua, crab-stuffed sole poached in white wine. Oysters Rockefeller and escargots Bourguignonne are other time-tested options. In a nod toward modern sensibilities, the menu offers some fish and chicken dishes. But anyone who comes here to order something other than meat is probably the kind of person who would trek to Buckingham Palace and then skip the changing of the guard. As you might expect, prime rib is king at Beef Eaters. A server wheels up a side of beef on a cart and then carves a portion. Thirty years ago, this kind of presentation passed for sophisticated dining in Phoenix. These days, the show has an element of camp. But the meat's still first-rate. Diners who know their own capacities and who can forget their English history will opt for the relatively dainty, and infelicitously named, Anne Boleyn cut. Maybe I'm a bit squeamish, but couldn't management have chosen to call this item after someone who didn't have her head severed at the neck? What's next, a Joan of Arc flameburger? Hearty carnivores with an extra five bucks should choose the Henry VIII prime-rib version. It's a lovely, monstrous slab, thick, juicy and tender. And as long as you've got room, you'll never ask where's the beef--it's all-you-can-eat. Be warned, however: My meat-eating pal, who envied Tyrannosaurus rex's whole-cow dinner in Jurassic Park, couldn't even make it to seconds. Perhaps he was distracted by the excellent mashed potatoes. Tournedos lightly drizzled with b‚arnaise sauce is also outstanding. The meat is butter-soft and full of beefy flavor. A lovely bouquet of vegetables--asparagus, broiled tomato and broccoli--rounds off the platter. And if beef doesn't put your salivary glands into gear, you might consider lying down with the lamb. Two reasonably tender double chops sport the pungent flavors that make lamb a wonderful alternative to a hunk of beef. The side of thick-cut steak fries adds to the attraction. For dessert, check out the groaning dessert wagon. It looks like it needs a team of mules to lug it around the room. Everything's home-baked, and tastes like it, too. The lemon cake, tart and not too sweet, is a particular favorite. But it's in your best interest to let the cart roll by. Go for one of the flaming desserts, instead. Our crepe suzettes were prepared tableside by the restaurant manager, a fellow who has been with the company 32 years. In an age in which 32 days with the same employer practically qualifies you for a gold watch, that's quite a testament. He certainly has the routine down pat. Three crepes per person (it's served for two or more) get submerged in a puddle of butter, a bucket of sugar and substantial doses of cognac, orange liqueur and rum. Then they're folded and flamed. The calorically sensitive might want to avert their eyes until the luscious treat is placed before them. Despite the hokey English decor, the kitschy carts and flaming desserts, Beef Eaters somehow never comes across as pretentious or ridiculous. One reason is the staff: It's friendly and efficient. And the food, for all its old-fashioned stodginess, is quite good. As conservatives have noted since the time of the ancient Greeks, change is not necessarily progress. For the past 30 years, Beef Eaters has furnished supporting evidence for that theory. Monti's La Casa Vieja, 3 West First Street, Tempe, 967-7594. Hours: Lunch and Dinner, Sunday through Thursday, 11 a.m. to 11 p.m.; Friday and Saturday, 11 a.m. to midnight.
Monti's La Casa Vieja, a longtime Valley meat emporium, is another place that hasn't fully come to terms with the fact that the 21st century is fast approaching. Former senator Carl Hayden was born in this building back in 1877. I don't think he'd have much trouble recognizing his birthplace today. The main room has a rustic, Western lodge look. Wooden beams crisscross the ceiling and a strong stone wall holds up the roof. Low, red lights and red booths recall an old-time saloon. A bear head, guns and insipid cowboy art from the John Wayne school line the walls. A fountain, gently burbling in the corner, is soothing, but somehow seems out of place. I suspect a reincarnated Senator Hayden wouldn't have any difficulty recognizing the fare, either. "Deep-fried" and "beer-battered" are adjectives that precede all the appetizers except the shrimp cocktail and Buffalo wings. Zucchini, mushrooms and cheese sticks are the predictable options. There are deep-fried vegetable sticks, too, a cheese-tinged, commercially battered pur‚e of vegetables that sports a pleasing crunch. The shrimp cocktail, though, featuring six small, nondescript crustaceans, won't cause any desert dwellers to pull up stakes and stampede to the sea. Actually, there's little reason to fill up on appetizers, since you can gorge for free on Monti's Roman bread. It's focaccialike, warm and fresh, and suffused with enough rosemary to cause permanent olfactory damage. I'd have been perfectly happy just to make a meal of it. The dinner salad offers little reason to stop munching on the bread, except if you're a big-time spender. Because for an extra 65 cents, Monti's will dish up real Roquefort dressing that turns the greenery into a treat. If only all of life's pleasures could be so cheaply acquired. Monti's longevity--it's been around since the Fifties--is no fluke. It gives the people what they want, at a price they can handle. That means meat, often for about the same price as a large popcorn and soft drink at a local moviehouse. The most expensive steak is the special cut sirloin, at $12.50. The kitchen did a first-rate job broiling it, and the juicy slab should satisfy even the most intense carnivorous cravings. But quality can be found at the other end of the price scale, too. Monti's must have cornered the pork-chop market to offer them at such a bargain rate. And the two meaty chops should make your taste buds feel as good as your wallet. The prime rib, unfortunately, won't remind anyone of Beef Eaters' hand-carved hunk. It had significant amounts of fat and a stringy, chewy texture. And though I requested it medium-rare, it arrived barely singed by flame. Three of the side dishes--French fries, baked potato and rice--are strictly routine appetite suppressants. The spaghetti, though, is weird: The cheesy, saucy glop looks and tastes like something from a coffee-shop kids' menu. No reason to linger for dessert, since a stroll down Mill Avenue will yield much better results. The sweets have a heavy, institutional touch, from the cafeteria-style apple pie to the characterless turtle cheesecake. True, the desserts are cheap; unhappily, they taste like it. Why send people out wiping their lips, instead of licking them?
@7col:Beef Eaters Restaurant: Sole … la nantua $4.95 Tournedos 16.95 Two lamb chops 18.95 Crepe suzettes (for two) 9.00 Monti's La Casa Vieja: Vegetable sticks
$3.00 Pork chops 5.80 Prime rib (large) 11.20 Turtle cheesecake 2.00
@pq:Beef Eaters is a shrine to our distant, meat-eating past.
@hed:Past Knife Regression
@by:By Howard Seftel
@cut:Prime interest: Veteran meat-and-potatoes man Jay Newton holds court at Beef Eaters Restaurant. @body:
Proofer: Style change: Since we use the word "crepe" with no accent, this will now apply to all crepe dishes, i.e., crepe suzette, etc.