Step back in time with lunch at The Majestic

I’m the only man not wearing a tie for lunch at The Majestic (931 Broadway). The state of a major retail operation is being discussed at the table on my left, and all of the servers have black ties that lie flat against pressed white shirts.

But the dining room isn’t stuffy, and I’m the only one who seems to care that I’m in a T-shirt. Which is good because I’ve been going through meat withdrawal and the meat-laden lunch menu at the steakhouse has been calling to me as I crisscross downtown.