Hiding in the back of burger joint JM Curley’s, there’s an “Adults Only” sign hung beside a closed blackout curtain. If you don’t know it’s there, you won’t find it. Push back the curtain to find an intimate, reservation-only steakhouse that only seats 18, drenched in touchable wine-colored velvet walls. Steaks range from filet mignon to New York strips, to the giant tomahawk (a catch-it-if-you-can limited cut). Wash it down with an old fashioned libation. Bogie would love it there in that cozy cranny of carnivore heaven.