While we don't normally take kindly to strangers or chains, Morton's has been anchored in Manhattan for 11 years now. It's a throwback: mostly Frank...
The bar reads as the good old boys club as you walk in. Check your coat, head to your reserved table... both times for me have been diner with clients who requested this spot.
The food - eh. My medium rare steak was only medium on one end and closer to well on the other. The New Zealand lobster tail was a bit tough, and they always pour 5x too much dressing on the salad.
Stay away from the overly herbed bread too.
The staff...eh. When you have two people tending to your table, and you can't ever find one of them for more water or even to get the bill, not good.