text: Is this what it's like to be born with a silver spoon in your mouth? I would hate for anyone to be born with a silver spoon in their mouths cuz that sucks!  Everything just isn't as good or enjoyable once you've had the ultimate undeniable best... While everyone here is giving Lawry's \"THE PRIME RIB\" 4 n 5 stars I'm here baffled.  Perhaps HOPR (House of Prime Rib) in SF was my silver spoon this entire time... Consistently serving juicy tender cuts of premium well aged prime rib with sides that make anything at Lawry's, well, unworthy of such an upper class palate that belongs to the family of HOPR.\n\nTheir service feels old here... as in outdated.  Whereas HOPR is classic and retains class.  At Lawry's, the female servers look like they jumped right out of our old history textbooks dressed like women from days of the 13 colonies looking like the pilgrim women or even nurses from the 60's.  Do you need a flu shot?  They probably have some in their apron as an add option to your meal.  Service was friendly but rather inefficient.  It's hard to explain.  You just have to try both Lawry's and HOPR to understand.\n\nWhen I hear \"Lawry's THE PRIME RIB\", I'm literally thinking OMG we need to bow down... it's Lawry's THE PRIME RIB god.  Calling yourself \"THE\" Prime Rib kind of gives the sense that there was no one before you, no one after you, and no one will ever even come close to you.  But then again, the loudest one is usually the weakest one, and this was surely the case here.\n\nMy prime rib was ordered medium rare.  My cousin to my right and my best friend to my left also ordered the same.  It came out more like medium maybe medium well.  What didn't help was that they gave us butter knives to cut into this steak.  Oh wait... I think that was subliminally suppose to tell us that you can cut into this beef like butter.  Good one guys... almost fell for it there, but I'm from the family tree of HOPR... can't fool me that easily.  There must be something wrong with the aging process of the prime rib here because it was tough and fibrous to the chew.  I thought maybe if I ate the outer parts of the rib cut where the fats and tendon are then it'd be more tender but no it was rather dry.  My friend and I went straight to the bone and even that was on the medium side.  Medium wouldn't be that bad if the beef was aged better for a tastier and softer bite, but that not the case.  I took a couple of bites and left the rest of it there but I ate the mashed potatoes, creamed spinach, and creamed corn to help soak up the alcohol for the later part of the night.  With about 3/4 of the steak still sitting on my plate, the bussers and server never asked why I barely touched it as they took it away.  I didn't want to say anything either to be respectful because Lawry's was the bachelor's favorite prime rib spot to grub at.  One thing is for sure though... my cousin, my best friend, and I are taking him to our silver spoon, HOPR, next week to show him what a great well aged prime rib is supposed to be like.  We'll even throw in an actual steak knife and let him use the butter knife to spread his butter.  It wouldn't even take the steak for the bachelor to change his allegiance to HOPR... Just the warm soft fluffy bread to start would be enough.\n\nIf Harry Chapin got to eat at HOPR and Lawry's while he was editing his lyrics, us 70's and 80's babies would probably know the song to go like:\n\nAnd the cat's in the cradle and HOPR too.\nLittle boy blue and the man on the moon.\nWhen you coming home dad? I don't know when.\nWe'll go to House of Prime Rib then, son...\nYou know we'll have a good rib then.