Let me preface this review with the tidbit that I have had one of the best steaks of my life in Harrisburg, PA of all places… like, easily in the top three. It was at the lovely Italian restaurant Mangia Qui, the “Il Toscano:” a prime dry-aged, hand-cut rib-eye rubbed with sea salt, cracked black pepper, and garlic, and I had it well over a decade( if not closer to 2 decades) ago, and it was that memorable. Maybe we simply should have gone back 
Instead, we went to 1700 Degrees Steakhouse @Hilton in downtown Harrisburg, which some people had raved about it in one of my local foodie groups, but I really should know better to take their posts with a grain of salt.
Service was really attentive, professional & friendly. The bread that came with perfectly soft butter & black sea salt was fresh and had a nice sesame crust.
We shared half a dozen oysters (Wellfleet, Beau Soleil, Malpeques) with a dry martini for me & a Stella for my PIC.
The wedge salad I’d ordered came with perfectly SBEs — an unusual ingredient to me, and they were cold.
My PIC’s Caesar on the other hand was very good, with a punchy dressing & crispy parm chips.
Finally, the main attraction: a “21 days dry-aged 14oz. strip steak” we ordered rare. An oddity about ordering steaks here is that one must choose a certain prep from the menu, so we got the “1700” with house-made Worcestershire, whipped potato, seasonal veg, and — for our “enhancement” the chimichurri-king crab butter. Haricots verts with crispy onions, roasted heirloom tomatoes and porcini aioli were our veg of choice. These arrived before the steak and were really very good. Lots of umami on that plate.
OMG, those plates! They might be pretty to look at, but they couldn’t possibly have been more useless. The comically large serving fork that came with the green beans kept slipping off the tear-shaped plate, and the same thing kept happening with our steak knives and our sharing plates in the same shape. Annoying AF, truly 
The steak arrived, with a tower of mashed that evoked a certain famous scene from a sci-fi movie with Richard Dreyfus, and which had two random carrots sticking out.
The steak was medium, so we sent it back. They offered to bring another (hot) side of beans, but we didn’t want to eat that much and figured a new steak wouldn’t take that long since we ordered it RARE.
The new steak did arrive promptly, cooked perfectly rare….
but had a rather unacceptable amount of gristle, which did absolutely not justify a $51 price tag.
The restaurant comped us the martini and the beer, and our server and the maître d’ (?) apologized profusely. We left a generous tip for the server who handled everything well, but I could not in good conscience recommend this place to anyone who cares about steak. Feh.
