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Pompeian columns flank the entrance of this stately Wall Street steakhouse, open since 1837 (no typo!) on a shadowy, wind-blown corner. This historic meatery is the birthplace of the Delmonico’s steak, a juicy cut of rib eye that’s perfectly charred and bloody good, served topped with a single, golden onion ring that could double as an edible bangle. Lobster Newburg, also created here, blankets lumps of the succulent crustacean in an unctuous brandy-cream sauce, top-sprinkled with caviar and accompanied by a crisp triangle of fried bread. It’s easy to imagine J.P. Morgan and his cronies kicking back in the spacious dining room: Lofty, gilded ceilings crown mahogany-paneled walls hung with oil paintings of tuxedo-clad gents swilling martinis. Frosted windows are etched with a grand, cursive “D,” and the richly patterned carpets are so thick that waiters appear soundlessly at tableside. Baked Alaska, another Delmonico’s original, looks chilly but tastes lush: Snowy tufts of meringue, singed a toasty brown, hide banana ice cream and a gooey, apricot core. During the week, this bankers’ den is expense-account central. Judging by the robust spending (and Delmonico’s just-as-robust prices), the economy may not be so bad after all. — AnneLise Sorensen

This venerable Wall Street steakhouse has five rooms and can seat 150. Beyond beef, traditional fare like lobster Newburg is available, starting at $100 per person. No outside catering except kosher.

Delmonico’s steak, $45; lobster Newburg, $49