Two years ago, His Airness presented a steak house to the city that still worships him. Similar to Jordan’s beef outposts in New York and Connecticut, the multilevel Mag Mile version is awash in luxe details— from velvet booths to a glass catwalk overlooking the InterContinental’s lobby—and the tourists love it.

Buttery garlic bread with blue cheese fondue adequately sets the tone for indulgences to come. While MJ’s prime Delmonico, a megamarbled 16-ouncer, is touted as the house specialty, the prime New York strip—a more modest slab of natural Angus that’s aged for 28 days—is chef James O’Donnell’s pièce de résistance.

Just as an ill-fated baseball stint temporarily tainted No. 23’s storied career, a forgettable dessert menu concludes the meal on an off note. But like Jordan’s basketball legacy, the steaks overshadow any bad calls.

Perfect for: Die-hard Bulls fans and out-of-town guests