Durant's is absolutely perfect. A throwback steakhouse with classy wait staff, perfect cuts of meat, all the trimmings done to perfection, and utterly romantic. Get a cozy semicircle booth if you like the people you're with. I've never had a bad meal or a bad time there.
Shiny red wallpaper? Plaques on the wall commemorating six decades of people who've taken down the 48-ounce Porterhouse? Cigar smoke wafting through the dimly-lit dining room? (Well you'll have to imagine that last part, but believe me, it's not hard to.) No wonder I catch a different Phoenix celebrity every time I'm there. This must be where the goodfellas and muckitymucks go to drown their misery.
Specifics: oysters rockefeller to die for, lettuce wedge of doom, the ribeye, the twice-baked tater and the shrooms. Don't eat for like twelve hours before going though--you'll overorder for sure and they'll throw free food at you to boot! (Bread with amazing tapenade, relish tray.) It's Sunday morning and I'm still digesting Friday night's meal. Oof. :)