In a city that boasts as many steakhouses as crooked politicians, it’s saying something that a national chain can still pack ’em in. Capital does so by sticking to the tried-and-true formula. In fact, close your eyes and picture a characteristic steakhouse—cushy leather banquettes in money-green, attentive servers who know their cuts, martinis in icy glasses and fist-sized crab cakes—and you’ve just about nailed it. So if you’re gonna go classic, drop the plastic. A dry-aged porterhouse with a lobster alongside tastes better than those shoes you’ve been eyeing.