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Krista Evasco
Dec 27, 2025
The Palm ruined what was supposed to be a memorable "Christmas Eve" for me and my husband. My husband had made a reservation for 9pm, but we were running late because he finished work around 8:30pm and couldn't leave earlier. He called the restaurant to ask if they could still let us in around and they said 9:10pm is good and they said they could still accommodate us. We arrived at 9:12pm, but they couldn't accommodate us. for being late only "2 mins" After walking 8 blocks just to eat there for the first time, they ruined our Christmas Eve. They could have told us they couldn't see us, but instead, they made sure they will. This is really embarrassing for the restaurant. As a New Yorker, I am ashamed. I won't recommend this restaurant to our tourist friends and families or other people we know. Especially on Christmas Eve night, they couldn't see us or let us in this is disgusting. To mention again, we did have a reservation, not just a walk-in. They were supposed to have a little "decency" but chose not to.
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Lythia Becht
Dec 23, 2025
The Palm is a boisterous, bold, big-city classic that doesn’t whisper elegance—it roars it. From the moment you walk in, it’s all swagger, sizzle, and steakhouse self-confidence. It was so nice, that I visited twice.
We kicked things off with the Jumbo Shrimp Cocktail, and jumbo is no joke—plump, proud, and perfectly poised, these shrimp were chilled, charming, and ready for their close-up. The Smoked Bacon Macaroni + Cheese followed, a sinful, smoky, silky situation that leaned all the way into indulgence. Zero shame. Maximum melt.
The Palm Meatball was big, bold, and beautifully beefy—comfort food with confidence. Meanwhile, the Gigi Salad brought a crisp, cool contrast: fresh, flavorful, and fabulously balanced. The Classic Caesar Salad was crunchy, creamy, and classically correct—no gimmicks, just greatness.
When the mains marched in, the mood turned magnificent. The Chicken Parmigiana was golden, generous, and gloriously gooey—saucy satisfaction on a grand scale. The Linguine with White Clam Sauce was briny, buttery, and beautifully balanced, with tender clams clinging lovingly to every silky strand.
And then… the showstopper. The Prime Bone-In Rib Eye with Cowboy Butter Shrimp arrived like a mic drop. Steakhouse splendor at its finest—rich, robust, and ridiculously juicy, with buttery shrimp riding shotgun in a glorious, garlicky glaze. Powerful. Proud. Practically poetic.
Final verdict: The Palm doesn’t chase trends—it carves its own lane. It’s classic, confident, and comfortingly over-the-top, delivering polished plates with personality and portions with purpose. Come hungry. Leave happy. Possibly loosen a button. I definitely want to highlight the linguine and Bacon macaroni and cheese. Give it a try! 🍽️🥩✨ Also, a huge shout out to my servers Cesar and Carlton. Shoutout to the Service Superstars Can we talk about Cesar and Carlton for a moment? Because WOW. Smooth, savvy, and seriously on top of their game, they delivered service that was polished, personable, and perfectly paced. Not a missed beat, not an empty glass, not a single misstep. They didn’t just wait tables — they worked the room, ESPECIALLY Carlton. "It's not unusual" to think of the Fresh Prince and that classic Tom Jones song when you hear his name. Anyway, Absolute legends. Ask for them. Thank me later.