Follow the stream of power suits and clicking heels to a corner brownstone with the neon sign marking the St. Elmo Steak House. For over a century, this has remained the spot where locals come to pop corks or clink tumblers (former Indianapolis Colts quarterback Peyton Manning even had a private code to slip in and out the back door). Request our favorite high-top table in the bar (T7); it’s perfectly located to keep a surreptitious eye on the action. Order a table-tipping porterhouse and ask Dave Poore (“DP” to regulars), St. Elmo’s sommelier for 14 years, about a wine pairing from the city’s largest cellar. And what’s the fuss over a shrimp appetizer claiming to be the world’s spiciest food? It’s no gimmick and it’s a must try. This quartet of prawns is smothered in a cocktail sauce doctored with a lethal sinus-clearing dollop of horseradish. After dinner, take the off-limits-looking stairway tucked just inside the restaurant’s entrance to the 1933 Lounge upstairs. Slide into a leather club chair and ask for the private-selection bourbons. These small-batch beauties are from barrels individually chosen by the St. Elmo’s team on trips to Kentucky distilleries.