You’re into huge steaks and early-20th-century French boxing history, right?
Great. Because here they come...
Kindly meet Marcel, a dimly lit new offering from Ford Fry wherein you’ll enjoy steaks, classic beverages and a general old-school boxing theme. It opens Monday on the Westside.
Calling this place a steakhouse wouldn’t be right. It’s more like a steak club. Somewhere that people in the ’20s would go to listen to jazz, smoke unfiltered cigarettes and say things like “Yeah, see?” Also, to eat steak.
It’s in the former Abattoir space, and there’s really no shortage of situations that end with you sitting in an oversize club chair and scanning over photos of French boxer Marcel Cerdan with a Harvey Wallbanger in one hand and an Alaskan king crab in the other.
Maybe settle in after work at the enormous zinc bar. That’s where you’ll discuss important and/or non-important matters over Vespers made with gin, vodka and Cocchi Americano.
Or maybe you’ll land in the dining room with more leather and some antique boxing gloves strung from the walls. Things like successful dates and 24-ounce dry-aged côte de boeuf happen in there.
Actually, boeuf happens wherever it wants.
Great. Because here they come...
Kindly meet Marcel, a dimly lit new offering from Ford Fry wherein you’ll enjoy steaks, classic beverages and a general old-school boxing theme. It opens Monday on the Westside.
Calling this place a steakhouse wouldn’t be right. It’s more like a steak club. Somewhere that people in the ’20s would go to listen to jazz, smoke unfiltered cigarettes and say things like “Yeah, see?” Also, to eat steak.
It’s in the former Abattoir space, and there’s really no shortage of situations that end with you sitting in an oversize club chair and scanning over photos of French boxer Marcel Cerdan with a Harvey Wallbanger in one hand and an Alaskan king crab in the other.
Maybe settle in after work at the enormous zinc bar. That’s where you’ll discuss important and/or non-important matters over Vespers made with gin, vodka and Cocchi Americano.
Or maybe you’ll land in the dining room with more leather and some antique boxing gloves strung from the walls. Things like successful dates and 24-ounce dry-aged côte de boeuf happen in there.
Actually, boeuf happens wherever it wants.