BONES. The name says it all. Macho. Old school. Meat. When the primal urge arises to violate your wallet and spend a weeks pay on a gorgeous hunk of prime beef, this is your destination. Time travel to Sinatras heyday as the maitre d shows you to a table in the dog room, order a stiff Manhattan, and dont fill up too much on shrimp cocktail or smoked salmon. Theres a gloriously marbled, 1-pound-plus steak being grilled in the kitchen with your name on it. We love the brawny New York strip and the rib eye most, though more delicate sensibilities will certainly enjoy the filet mignon.