Pursuits
Fizzle, Not Sizzle, Sinks Arlington Club: Ryan Sutton
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There seems to be no end to the abuses New Yorkers will suffer in the search for a good meal. Why? I mean, it’s my job to eat at bad restaurants. Everyone else can get up and leave.
These were my musings as I visited the crowded mess hall that is Arlington Club, a steakhouse-slash-sushi spot on Manhattan’s Upper East Side.