In the 1970s and ’80s, Western Sizzlin Steakhouse was the place to get perfectly charred rib eyes, T-bones, and beef tips, and to indulge, in my eyes, in the champion of salad bars in Greensboro. The interior was a slice of Americana, with wood paneling, dimly lit wagon wheel chandeliers, and burgundy upholstered vinyl booths — almost romantic, but I wasn’t there for love. At least, not at first.
2026-01-13
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