Friday night. After the wife picks me up from the office (she drives the car because she works farther than me – and she gets her parking reimbursed), we immediately switch on our restaurant tracker mode and think of a place to head out to and get some dinner. The plan initially was to meet up with a few friends but being that traffic was pretty much at a standstill all over, we decided to just quietly spend dinner the two of us over at the Paseo De Magallanes. That moment, I knew what I wanted so I did a few seconds of convincing the wife to head out for Racks. The rest they say is history.
The branch they have here at Magallanes is well lighted to say the least, no scrimping on the electric bill being done here. It’s façade is a mix of wood painted in white and panes of glasses. Think old school window sills – American type. You can see thru the dining area on the first level even if you are seated outside. The grill is encased in a glass housing so if you are inside the premises, you can actually sit at a spot where you get perfect view of your food as it gets cooked. Props to the staff taking care of our orders, he was pretty light on his feet and quick to assist and take our orders. Our orders consisted of a brick of onion rings (how the hell the put it like that and fried it, we don’t have a clue) and half a slab of pork ribs (which was good for two according to the one who took our orders). The onion rings were initially nice – except that after a half hour or so, we were dealing with a tangled, soggy mess of stringy onions. The portion had to be at least good for 4 maybe 5. The ribs – oh the ribs – you can cut it with a fork literally. It’s that soft. A dab of their own styled barbecue sauce and we are transported to a really good smokey place of rib-tastic proportions. It came with two sides, I chose their potato salad and the wife chose the shredded corn.
Racks is not an everyday-place that you come to and eat dinner at. You visit them on a semi regular basis and not on a regular one. You really can’t over do it seriously. One, the price is a bit on the expensive side but when you realize that their servings are more than ample, you would begin to understand the value you are paying for. Two, it’s just not plain right to eat ribs everyday. I’ll take every other day thank you. Would we come back? You can bet every damn falling-off-the-bones ribby goodness we will be.