STK

Sex and the City's kind of steakhouse, with dash of Buck Rogers. Sinuous Space Age decking, lilac accents, smoked mirrors for furtive scoping. Menu accommodates size zero grazers with tartares, salads, raw bar. Actual stks run from petite skirts to cardiac arrest-friendly 24-oz porterhouse. Cap with max decadence of black truffles, foie gras butter. Busy bar, much-packed Meatpack scene—pricey, trendy, and most folk didn't come for the food.