"A power lunch of prime rib and martinis is always available at this white tablecloth-swathed restaurant on West End. The clubby dining room, which is adorned with an extensive selection of paintings featuring monkeys in all types of silly situations, is filled with well-trained servers who are ready and willing to bring the table spinach artichoke dip, wedge salads, and crab cakes at the drop of a hat. Grabbing a spot at the bar is a pro move for a solo lunch of steak frites or an order of butter crab sushi, served warm with ponzu butter." - Ellen Fort
