It's getting harder to find an authentic Western steakhouse, and I suppose some folks would be okay with that. I understand it takes a lot of this good Earth's resources to make a ribeye, and maybe we should stick with avocado toast and stuffed olives. But my, I grew up with them--and fish camps in North Carolina--and it's hard to give them up.
You don't have to order a steak at the Cow Palace in Amado, but at least stop and take a picture. Or drop inside and check out the faded glossies of John Wayne, who had a ranch in the Santa Cruz Valley. Well, hell, while you're at it you might as well order a Mother Road Kolsch. And if you're a Location Manager, you can't do better than the cow skull entrance to the now-demised Longhorn Grill across the street. I'll serve up a photo of that one this weekend--with ranch beans and a wedge salad smothered with blue cheese.