Dry-aged steaks kissed by oak embers, an amber-lit room, and a cellar built for lingering. This is dinner as a slow-burning ritual.
We age our beef for forty-five days, grill over white oak, and finish everything with fire. Nothing here is in a hurry, and neither should you be.
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Leather booths, candle glow, and the hush of a room that knows how to keep a secret. Pull up to the marble bar for a martini, or settle in for the long haul.
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The best steak I have had outside of a chophouse in New York. The room, the wine, the fire, it all just works.
Book the dining room, the chef's counter, or our private cellar for up to twenty. We will take care of the rest.