There is nothing specifically Southern about steakhouses. In fact, I’m not sure I’d trust a fancy chophouse where they stuck dilly beans in my martini or gave me a biscuit to sop up beef drippings.
In some ways, though, that’s what makes them so special to the communities in which they’re located: Nobody compares a steakhouse’s escargot to the ones that Grandma used to make. Perhaps particularly in the South, steakhouses are synonymous with a big night out and a respite from routine, which is the essence of what restaurants have to offer.