In the age of never-ending kale salads, TSK has embraced hard-core hedonism. A vintage mirror advertises the steak slabs of the day, all the way up to a four-pound ribeye. Meat is served glistening and juicy, cut away from the bone but still in proximity in case you want to gnaw on the origins of life. You might be rendered immobile afterward so find a comfortable place to lay your head and stomach.