I have been threatening to treat myself to Ruth’s Chris for years, but I made the mistake of looking at the menu once on the internet and the prices scared me away. Further, I had been to a place like it in Buckhead (he actually says it was Bone’s – but I wouldn’t put that) and the waiter was so condescending I got turned off from steak houses again. But this was my birthday and I was going downtown to the Fox and decided to give Ruth’s Chris at Centennial Park before the show. It was the best move I made since I bought my first pair of “expand-a-waist” pants two Christmases ago. We were greeted at the door like long lost friends and ushered immediately to our table. Before we could get settled in our seats, our server appeared. His name was James and I would learn that he has been in Atlanta from Detroit, by way of Seattle, and I’m here to tell you Detroit’s loss is our gain. James is soft-spoken, knowledgeable and treated us like guests in his own home. He wasn’t one of those helicopter waiters who are always hovering around and he wasn’t one of those “I’ll be your buddy so you’ll give me a big tip” guys, either. He was friendly, efficient, and helpful – just exactly what I think every server should be. Perhaps the only thing in the place superior to James’ demeanor was the steak he served me. It was cooked to perfection at 1,800 degrees and still sizzling when they put it on the table in front of me. I have never had a more delicious piece of meat – and I have eaten a few steaks in my life. You know, I saw Elvis in the Macon Coliseum in 1973 and haven’t been impressed by an entertainer since. I am afraid I’ll feel the same way about ribeye steaks from now on. I’m delighted I went to Ruth’s Chris . . . and will return – you just never know how many birthdays are promised us.