Usually, when I walk into a restaurant and I detect a faint moldy smell that’s about the time when I head for the door. But Hunter’s Steakhouse is a historic landmark here in San Diego and how could I resist a place voted best prime rib in town by Earl, their manager. That’s the mildew smell of our ancestors, likely the ones buried in the back yard.. and it reminds you of a time in our rich American history when if the help got frisky with the landsman’s daughter he’d be hacked to bits and bricked up in the walls. Read more »