Descending from Congress Street into the London Chop House is like a velvet-lined drop into Detroit’s subterranean soul. The air is a sophisticated, heavy perfume of charred oak, prime beef seared at 1500 degrees, and the crisp, botanical snap of a gin martini.
Inside, the light is amber-low and seductive, glinting off polished brass and the rhythmic, nostalgic click-clack of vintage phone booths that still feel operational. You’ll hear the muffled, jazzy swell of live music and the disciplined percussion of white-jacketed servers moving with a choreography honed since 1938.
Experience the pinnacle of old-school glamour at this legendary Michigan steakhouse, where historic Detroit elegance meets world-class dry-aged beef and live jazz…