Peter Luger

Peter Luger

178 Broadway
(718) 387-7400

Peter Luger is an institution which elevates the art of beef to new heights. It is to steak what Yankee Stadium is to baseball or Madison Square Garden is to Spike Lee groupies (the one left at least): the peak. It is the alter of carné. And it’s not even in Manhattan. A short taxi or subway ride away in Brooklyn, this nondescript temple sits modestly near the river’s edge. But inside you’ll discover pure, no-frills steak cooked to perfection in a setting virtually created for a guy’s night out. Peter Luger is legendary. Don’t you want the bachelor party to receive the same compliment?

Venue Tip: 

Have the bacon as an appetizer and try the lambchops as an intermizzo. You can’t have too much red meat at a place like this. And if you have room, get the Apple Strudel for dessert with “schlag”, Peter Luger’s version of heavy whipped cream.

The Good: 
No frills, no seasoning, no fancy waiters who will bludgeon you with their knowledge of Bourdeaux and Cabernet. Just red meat, pure and unadulterated.
The Bad: 
Peter Luger does not take credit cards, so be prepared to show up with a big wad of cash to throw into the schlag bowl at the end of the night.
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Price: $$$$

Signature dish: The Porterhouse for two is out-freakin’-standing. Order it medium-rare and leave it on the plate for a few minutes after it arrives so it can continue to cook. Your mouth will water in your dreams a year later. 

Attire: Casual, jeans and a collar shirt.

Vibe: German beer hall where men are men and vegetarians are scared.

What’s next?: Williamsburg is trendy these days, so options abound: d.b.a, Spike Hill, the Velvet Lounge, or the Brooklyn Bowl. Or cruise on Bedford Avenue for a great selection of beers and hipster chicks before you head back to Manhattan.