The Kansas City airport is the place sometime in the past 10 years that Mr. CurbCrusher found himself during the month of January. The day started out blustery cold, then got colder. Sitting in a conference room facing a lake, Mr. CurbCrusher watched the lake go from a liquid state to a solid state over a period of about 6 hours. Since it also happed to be Mr. CurbCrusher’s birthday, his boss had promised him a steak. Well needless to say with weather freezing the lakes, there was only hotel food that night, no steak.
So Earlier this week, Mr. CurbCrusher finds himself in Kansas City for a conference. On Tuesday night, he found his way to The Majestic Steakhouse located at 931 Broadway, about four blocks from the convention center.
The setting is a downstairs, basement like, environment with raw brick walls. There is a piano player and jazz singer, who would probably sound good if the room was bigger. But with a seat right in front of the speakers, it just makes conversation impossible, and is a bit noisy.
Mr. CurbCrusher enjoyed the 8oz Fillet, with a twice baked potato. The meat was cooked and seasoned nicely, and the potato was about average. In my mind that about describes the meal, it was about average. Nothing to rave about, but nothing to turn your nose up at either. Considering that the alternatives were hotel food or a sports bar across the street, it was about as good as it was going to get.