Even the grandest ships can go down, from the Titanic, to the Hindenburg, to Starship, which damn near took an entire rock 'n' roll city down with it. For a shipwreck resurfacing to serve select cuts of meat, Chops
Now open in the Wash Sq corner spot recently abandoned by bankrupt, luxury cruise liner-steezed Oceanaire, Chops is plating traditional steakhouse fare throughout the 40' ceiling'd, balconied dining room originally designed to ape QE2-style ballroom atmospherics -- now upgraded w/ hardwood floors and a marble-topped bar replacing Oceanaire's sushi station, as well as a massive two-story mural by NJ artist M. Docktor, famed for his paranoid tendency to rip the mailing addresses off all his magazines. A full range of Snickers-less lunchables includes ribeye roulade w/ goat cheese, a 7oz ribeye & truffle fries, a filet mignon cheesesteak, a crab cake sandwich w/ slaw cottage fries, and Cajun meatloaf, who'll do anything for love, but won't who 'dat?!? While apps include escargot, jumbo shrimp, and colossal crab cocktails, hearty cuts of prime grade beef rule the dinner entrees, from a range of filets, to a 20oz cowboy steak and a 24oz porterhouse; seafood's repped by Dover sole and an ahi tuna au poivre, and lamb's covered by a New Zealand rack, although Peter Jackson really doesn't appreciate derogatory names for beautiful mammaries
On the fun front, Chops is pouring brews like Flying Fish Pale Ale and Victory Prima Pils, cocktails like the Pitmaster's Punch (Woodford Reserve, Grand Marnier, fresh lemon juice, iced tea), and a range of wines they term "Really Rare Finds" including Napa's Screaming Eagle, which runs $5000/bottle, the purchase of which'll make your bank account Grace Sick.