Last weekend I had a bloody-rare filet at Gibson's in Chicago. It was huge and pretty damn nice for a steak of that size and doneness, but my gut punished me for my sin later that night.
If you're interested in a dining experience that everyone swears is wonderful but in fact is designed to get you in and out as quickly as possible for the highest ratio of minutes sat at your table/dollars you spend, get yourself a seat at Gibson's. Overrated, unless you really love the idea of racing your waiter's pace as you try to finish a three-pound porterhouse.
At one point, a waiter threatened to put a fouth beverage in front of me. I ordered a gin and tonic before the meal, which I had not finished when the waiter brought our wine (PROTIP: avoid the "Gibson's" wines. They don't taste like anything). I still had a few sips of Sapphire and probably half a bottle of bland Cab Sav on the table (plus a water glass) at the end of the meal when the waiter offered coffee. Dammit man, we just sat down forty minutes ago and you can plainly see that I have three other beverages to choose from.
How did that steakhouse get such a good reputation among all the good ones in Chicago?
When I do steak at home, I make sure it's close to room temperature before I put it over heat. Let it sit out for a few minutes; maybe sprinkle it with kosher salt so some of the liquids come to the surface and help to give you a good crust (if you're doing it in a pan) or grill marks (if you're doing it on a grill). That's really the only tip I have, other than the conventional wisdom suggesting a five/ten minute rest between removal from heat and first slices.