I would highly recommend Rick’s, despite what happened between me and Addie that night. It’s not for everyone, though. First of all, it’s not an easy place to find. It’s buried on a backstreet in Secaucus. If you make a wrong turn off Route 3, you’ll be driving in circles for hours, and GPS (with all those route recalculations) just seems to make matters worse. Another thing: Rick’s doesn’t take credit. They don’t take cash either. Only bullion: gold or silver. You’ve got to leave a deposit with the cashier (who’s ensconced behind bullet proof glass) before the maitre’d will seat you. The minimum is pretty steep: Half an ounce of gold or three pounds of silver.