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Truluck's Seafood Steak And Crabhouse
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Review by:
Amanda W.
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One of the great advantages of having a drink in a nice restaurant is the wine. Sullivan's regularly stocks about 3,000 bottles and its wine-by-the-glass list is strong -- as are its bourbon and cognac lists. I was tempted by the glass of 2001 Edge cabernet from Napa, but eventually went with a Manhattan served up. If we'd been in on a Thursday, we could have had $5 martinis -- and half-price on the bar menu. If we'd had more time before our movie, we could've headed into Ringside, Sullivan's live music, dance-if-you-wanna cigar lounge, open only on Fridays and Saturdays. But instead I drank my Manhattan. And then I left, to sing along with a soft-shoe-ing demon in a zoot suit, a slayer feeling zestless and a leather-clad vamp in love with his nemesis.
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