Peter Luger

Far be it from us to throw shade on this vaunted (and now much imitated) Brooklyn beefeater institution, but be warned — the quality of the famous porterhouse steak can vary drastically from day to day, the haphazard, often downright gruff service is about what you’d expect from an establishment that’s been printing cash for the last several decades, and be prepared to bring an awful lot of your own cash when you drop by, because the only credit card the house takes is the one with the Peter Luger name plastered on it. The most salubrious time to visit is at lunch, when the noise in the old rooms quiets to a dull murmur, and we’re told by reliable sources that the kitchen serves one of the more classic burgers in this burger-saturated town.