If heaven has a steakhouse, it’s called Blvd.

First off, don’t even think about walking in without a reservation—this place is Fort Knox for foodies. The bar is shoulder-to-shoulder, and we’ve seen people get turned away at the door. (Sorry, walk-ins. Your punishment is smelling steak from the sidewalk.) Meanwhile, we’ve been lucky enough to be whisked right to our table every time by the sweetest hostesses.

The restaurant itself? Big. Bold. Beautiful. Think “Great Gatsby” with more butter. And speaking of great—shoutout to Casey, our server, who’s basically the steakhouse version of a fairy godmother. He’s guided us through the menu more than once, and let me tell you… the man knows his stuff.

Let’s talk food. We always start with cocktails and wine, because hydration is important (don’t fact-check that). Then it’s appetizer-extravaganza. A huge Wagyu meatball in vodka sauce (a meatball that makes you rethink your life choices), pretzel bread with Blvd butter (like carb crack), asparagus with ricotta, pine nuts and honey (vegetables, but make it sexy), Caesar salad with roasted garlic croutons and enough parmesan to make an Italian grandmother weep, wedge salad with candied bacon and blue cheese, and crispy broccolini (yes, broccolini can be crispy and yes, it’s amazing)!

Mains? We’ve eaten our way through the menu like it’s our full-time job. Perfectly cooked filets. Steak frites with garlic-soy marinade, and fries so thin they should be illegal. Free-range chicken that honestly ruined chicken for me everywhere else—it’s THAT good. A 32 oz. porterhouse big enough to qualify as a team sport. Crab cakes, shrimp galore (sautéed in Creole butter, dunked in mustard aioli, cocktail sauce—you name it).

Sides deserve their own fan club: mac & cheese that could raise the dead, chipotle-lime corn with just the right kick, mashed potatoes creamy and buttery, onion rings the size of bracelets, and sautéed spinach for when you need to pretend you’re being healthy.

And then comes the butter cake. Sweet. Gooey. Ridiculously rich. The kind of dessert that makes you forget your diet.

By the end of the meal, we usually need to be rolled out like happy, overfed bowling balls. And yet… we always can’t wait to come back.

Blvd isn’t just a steakhouse—it’s a full-on food love affair.