London Chop House It's back

Returning to its original location in the basement of the Murphy-Telegraph Building after a 20yr absence, London actually IS your grandfather's chop house (it first opened in 1938 as a power dining staple for auto execs, local celebs, and considering that, actually probably not your grandfather), so pay homage at the restored oak bar or polished classic red leather banquettes to devour meat/live jazz, then step into one of two working OG phone booths, and excitedly text everyone that you’re in a working phone booth.

Kick things off with apps like steak tartare w/ warm frisee greens, porcini mushroom vinaigrette & black truffle mixed w/ a soft poached egg, or Osetra caviar-topped Maine scallops over a puree of garlic & parsnip, although if you don’t have a long drive here, it may turn into a bogeysnip.

Artery-manhandlers include signatures that appeared on the original menu like Dover sole meuniere w/ fresh lemon & haricots verts, plus a juicy bone-in 24oz rib eye (w/ choice of Bordelaise, Hollandaise, or chimichurri sauce), plus Greek-style lamb lollipops, which ewe will just love. Oh wait, no they won’t.

The aforementioned bar’s pouring classic 'tails, a healthy selection of wines, and a strong lineup of tapped locals, including MillKing It's Brik Irish Red Ale and Bell's, which will be going off in that vintage telephone booth... when you get the high score in Fruit Ninja! Yeah!!