Yankee season is deep into the playoff push, and while everyone’s losing their minds over wild card tickets, I’m sitting back and watching the prices hit home-run levels. Section 123? $170 before fees. That’s not watching baseball, that’s financial cardio.
Over the years, I found a better alternative: skip the stadium chaos and head to a steakhouse with TVs instead. Eat well, drink well, and watch the game without worrying about weather, crowds, or your bank account.
One of my go-to spots? Tuscany Steakhouse.
The Math That Makes Sense
Let’s break it down.
- Yankee ticket: $150
- A couple of beers or sodas: $100 more (don’t ask how)
- Total: $250 for three hours surrounded by yelling fans and overpriced everything.
Meanwhile, my last night at Tuscany Steakhouse cost me about $245 — a full meal, drinks, atmosphere, and zero people bumping into me mid-bite. Easy math.
The Space
When you walk into Tuscany Steakhouse, you get two vibes in one: the front bar and the main dining room. The bar is stocked high, with two 42-inch TVs perfectly angled for game-watching. The bartenders? Chill as hell. They’ll pour you a martini so full you’ll need a straw to sip it.
Past the bar, the dining room opens up into elegant nooks and private corners — ideal for date nights, small groups, or a quiet night solo. Think modern Tuscan chic: white walls, black accents, and none of that early-2000s brown overload. It’s refined, sexy, and laid-back all at once.
The Food
I stuck to my usual combo: a burger, a warm appetizer, and something sweet to close it out.
- Starter: The special of the day is mango shrimp salad. Avocado, mango, onions, vinaigrette, light, bright, and a perfect contrast to the rich steakhouse vibe.
- Warm appetizer: Crabmeat Oreganata. It’s not always on the menu, but it should be. Rich, buttery, and just indulgent enough to make you question your life choices (in the best way).
- Main: The steakhouse burger, thick and cooked perfectly, layered with steak-cut bacon that adds that smoky-sweet edge. The fries were crisp, the cheese was melted just right, and yes, I used ketchup, but only for the fries.
To wrap it all up, I ordered a Cheesecake and an espresso martini. Not too sweet, not too heavy — just enough to remind me I made the right call skipping the stadium.
The Banana Juice Theory
If you’ve read my earlier posts, you know the banana juice theory: there’s always one small thing in an experience that doesn’t quite land. Not enough to ruin it, just that one off-note that makes you remember it.
In Tuscany, the “banana juice” was simple: only two TVs.
It’s fine when it’s quiet, but when the game heats up and more people crowd around the bar, you’ll be craning your neck like an owl to catch a replay. It’s not a dealbreaker, just that one imperfection in an otherwise perfect setup.
The Verdict
Tuscany Steakhouse isn’t just a dinner spot; it’s a wise man’s Yankee Stadium. You’ve got great food, solid drinks, friendly staff, and an atmosphere that doesn’t scream chaos. I’ve done it for Mets vs. Yankees games, and it’s even better with a few friends. You eat, drink, talk baseball, and don’t worry about weather delays or overpriced pretzels.
So yeah — skip the bleachers. Grab a steak, catch the game, and actually enjoy yourself.
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