Toronto is a city of steakhouses. Having eaten at all the other big-boy carnivore joints in town (Harbour Sixty, Ruth Chris, ect.) I was anxious to add this notch to my belt.
This Yorkville beef mecca is at the base of the Park Hyatt, which boasts one of the best rooftop bars in the city. Think septogenarian bartenders in vests and ties who still know that a martini is made with gin and contains vermouth. But I digress.
For one fat price tag, here's what you get: kid-glove service, retro-upscale charm, monster delicious hunks of meat (aged 60 days, I hear?) and an obscenely marked-up but well-considered wine list.
If you're from a place like Winnipeg, take mom and dad here to impress.