The Hilltop Steakhouse, certainly one of the most bizarre theme restaurants in Boston history, served its final meals today. Here’s a NY Times story about it from the peak years:
And here’s the farewell from today’s paper:
I’m dry-eyed. Went there a total of maybe four times in 36 years. As sort of a Goofy Event In Itself, the Hilltop could be fun (a bachelor party hosted my most enjoyable visit). However — I didn’t own a car for many, many years and when I had one, the Steakhouse was not the first destination to come to mind; the Western-theme exotica was a lot more old hat to me than for Boston people; most important, if you grew up eating Montana beef, the steaks were poor in both flavor and texture. The consensus is that the place quickly went to Hades after the founding family sold it (part of the deal was that all the primary members of the family could eat there free for the rest of their lives). But I’d shut the door on it years earlier.