Before it was a nationwide steak empire with a tongue-twister name where you go to impress your in-laws or celebrate a big raise… There was just a guy named Chris, a sizzling steak, and a tiny restaurant in New Orleans. That is until a Ruth-less and savvy business woman managed to change things forever. This is the beefy, buttery, slightly burned-at-the-edges origin story of Ruth’s Chris Steak House, a name so confusing, you’d think someone lost a bet. Turns out, the story is even more interesting than that.