I was fortunate enough to dine here with G Wiv, Pigmon, and trixie-pea a couple of weeks back, and am just now getting around to posting on it, while killing some time before my lunch reservation at Bayona in New Orleans, and after determining that the pics & video taken on my phone are too substandard to share (Gary forgot his camera that night, or I am certain there would be a plethora of photos from him of the dry aging room, or "Salt Cave" which we were allowed to tour after the meal - more on that later...).
Overall, I was
very impressed with the things that matter, less so with the things that don't. For starters, the meat.
Incredible. I split a Porterhouse for two with Pigmon, and I believe trixie-pea had the bone in Ribeye. Wiv was the clear winner when he chose to pay the upcharge on one of the few remaining 40-day aged bone-in ribeyes (they usually age them 28 days). I tried a bit of his steak and as rich and buttery as the 28 day aged steaks were, the 40-day was even better - quite a bit richer & even more tender. Definitely worth the upcharge.
We started with the tableside caesar, and , as stevez noted, this should be mandatory. Old school, done the right way, excellent starter. Can't remember what any of the sides were a couple of weeks later, which tells me that they weren't that great (I can eat a thousand good dishes, and remember a single outstanding one, in detail, for ten years easily).
Atmosphere overall was a bit too "see and be seen" for me, which is probably due in large part to the hotel with which this establishment shares premises. It almost seemed like they were needlessly trying too hard to be hip, when they already got the most important part - the steaks - right. Everything else should follow from that.
Finally, we were shown the Dry Aging room, or "Salt Cave", after our meal. I have been listing "Salt Cave" in quotes because it really isn't a "Cave" at all, just a standard professional dry-aging room (temperature & humidity controlled, with a lot of air circulation) with a section of one wall covered with blocks of salt (not coincidentally, I think, there are just enough salt blocks for someone to stand in front of & have their photo taken so that it looks like they could be standing in front of an immense expanse of salt blocks). In other words, the "Salt Cave" thing is a total gimmick.
I really liked this place overall, mainly due to their obsessiveness in dealing with the meat, not so much for the showy, BS stuff, but I will be back for sure.
I exist in Chicago, but I live in New Orleans.