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The Majestic is a little pocket of quiet downtown.
I'm the only man not wearing a tie for lunch at The Majestic (931 Broadway). The state of a major retail operation is being discussed at the table on my left, and all of the servers have black ties that lie flat against pressed white shirts.
But the dining room isn't stuffy, and I'm the only one who seems to care that I'm in a T-shirt. Which is good because I've been going through meat withdrawal and the meat-laden lunch menu at the steakhouse has been calling to me as I crisscross downtown.
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In lieu of bread, The Majestic brings mini apple pecan muffins to your table.
Light jazz plays softly in the dining room, which has only a few full tables early in the week. The specials are on a chalkboard over a booth, but I opt for one of the mainstays -- the French Dip.
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Nothing like a little dip on a hot day.
"That's a man's meal," says our young server, trying to inject his personality into the formal dining room.
He makes me want to order a scotch and water, hold the water. But it's barely noon, so I opt for an iced tea. It's only after he walks away that I realize my wife and I have ordered stereotypically. She's ordered the half and half -- a spinach salad and filet mignon slider.
The meal begins with a small surprise: dense, miniature apple-pecan muffins. Almost like apple cake, the dark, rich muffin is best eaten with a thick swatch of butter.
Even slightly full from just one muffin, I wasn't disappointed by the French Dip. The roast beef was tender, and the dipping
jus was salty. I would have liked a crustier bun, but the bun did an acceptable job of holding the jus. The fries were hand-cut, uneven blocks of potato. I liked that they were well-done with a crunch that was a balance to the shaved roast beef.
The Majestic is a great spot for a power lunch, even if the only business you have there is demolishing a plate of sliders.