You don’t see many places these days with mahogany leather chairs and a framed painting of a clipper ship, unless they’re being ironic. But there’s nothing ironic about this old-school spot. A spirit of excess colors everything, from the ridiculous heaps of blue cheese melting onto housemade fried ravioli to the stiff old fashioneds, courtesy of an old-fashioned bartender.

Erie’s got it where it counts. Among 10 steaks and chops, the standout is a scorching broiled bone-in rib eye that arrives glistening and charred, equal parts tender and crunchy, on your lucky tongue. Just one more bite, you keep promising, and the next thing you know, it’s gone.

Perfect for: Cigar-chomping traditionalists