"Red meat" and "big red wines" come together at this quintessentially "clubby" Downtown Minneapolis steakhouse (which moved to the W hotel post-Survey) easily earning its rep as a "masculine" kind of eatery but also for its "fabulous" meats ferried by a "pro" staff; yes, "if the martinis don't knock you off your feet, the bill will", but nonetheless, cronies concur "this is the place for my last meal on earth."