Like all STKs (it’s a chain), this always-busy, never-cheap newcomer is an urban-chic version of a steakhouse—there’s a DJ after 6pm, and he’s loud, which kills any romance—where every known preparation of beef is served alongside upscale cocktails. The ground-level dining area is the main event, but head upstairs, where a (usually less crowded) smaller second bar overlooks the only rooftop dining area in the Springs. Strangely, free sourdough bread isn’t served up there like it is downstairs.