When I lived in Boston, the search for the perfect dry-aged steak inevitably turned the beef-obsessed toward Capital Grille, an upscale steakhouse in Beantown's swank Back Bay that prides itself on old-school service and a darkish, romance-you-with-manliness atmosphere (leather, mahogany, etc.). It's a place that, perhaps like El Gaucho, may grill a great porterhouse, but also earns some of its stripes by doing the best job convincing diners that a) they are the most important people on the planet and b) they should go to bed with each other.
I naively assumed it was a Beantown original, but it turns out there are no fewer than 31 Capital Grilles, each striving to be the place to see and be seen in (fill in city here).
Next week, Capital Grille will open its doors downtown with chef Michael Hillyer at the helm, first with a series of private charity events to benefit Children's Hospital, and then to the public on February 4th, making it the chain's first west coast location.
There's that one word that Seattle might not like (chain!) but with 250 seats, hand-cut Delmonicos, a fancy wine list, and a prime location in the historic Cobb Building (and, well . . .pockets deep enough to open a high-end restaurant in these trepidatious economic times), I'm not sure that will matter.