Go here, order the steak. It's really that simple. Don't ask for a menu -- you will only annoy the waiter. If you wanted a burger, you could have stayed in Manhattan. But for steak, this Brooklyn establishment is the first and last name in dining.
The decor is rough, manly, with dark wood finish and big heavy tables. The waiters are indeed brusque, as some have noted, but only to those who cannot answer a simple question: "How would you like your steak?"
The arrival of the steak, though understated, is truly a magical moment. Cooked perfectly, it is a hefty slab of fine meat, sizzling in delightful juices. There may be fries on the plate as well, which are quite good, but not much else. Anything else would be a distraction from what could be the best steak you will ever have.