Spencer's
**-1/2
My huge, honking porterhouse looked naked on the big white platter, without so much as a radish rose or a sprig of parsley to hide behind.
At Spencer's, everything is served a la carte, meaning potatoes and veggies are priced separately. That's a bold move in a town that prizes its buffets and full meal deals.
I don't want to belabor the point, but even at Seattle's swankiest steakhouse, El Gaucho, they throw in a spud.