Inside, blackness reigns. The lights are low enough for a person to get lost, and you'll do well not to trample over the comely woman who opens the door for you. That, of course, is why '47 is in the name. Beef's the main course here, and it comes to the table in thick hunks carrying charred, crispy exteriors. Enormous side dishes like creamed spinach and cheese potatoes dot the menu, offerings classic macho steakhouses have always provided.
Appetizers center around reliable sea creatures like crab, oysters and shrimp.
Nothing, it seems, has been left to chance. The back of the menu tells us the steaks are aged 28 days, and the fish is never frozen. All those cool features don't come cheap, of course, and you can expect to pay a good bit more than you will at Outback. The occasional misstep aside, it's obvious the kitchen has its act together, service is stridently efficient and professional. Definitely not a bad beginning.