Just one in an arsenal of restaurants that bear his initials, this is Laurent Tourondel’s interpretation of an American steakhouse, in an elegant room with ebony tables and walnut floors. Traditionalists can get a Caesar salad,
or try beef carpaccio with lemon and arugula. Meat lovers might be disappointed by the modest cuts—only the 40-ounce porterhouse for two was truly brontosaurus-size—but there are sides and sauces aplenty. The foie gras BLT with apple-smoked bacon is so good, he named it after himself.