"Though they have multiple branches in the city and beyond, theoldestP.J. Clarke’s (we're talking 1880s) still feels like an essential NYC restaurant. It’s a place to run into old coworkers at the long front bar, or sit near Frank Sinatra’s table in the kitschy dining room, where a server who’s waiting for his Broadway career to take off does a great job talking up the NY cheesecake. Sure, the ice-flecked martini isn’t as exciting as the one at nearbyLe Veau d’Or, but it spills over the brim, and theCadillac burgeris a perfectly valid weeknight meal." - Sonal Shah