Steak bar or sports house?

I'm in Chicago and just had dinner at Shula's steakhouse. (The leadup to the previous sentence is long and boring so I'll spare you the details)

Basically, I ate there because:
1) I'm tired and don't want to leave my hotel (it's located in the lobby)
2) I ate at the Shula's in Philly a few years ago and wanted what that was-- a sports bar where I could get a burger and then go back upstairs and fall asleep.

This was not the same kind of place as the one in Philly. This was a restaurant with an identity crisis. Steakhouse or sports bar? You decide.

The waiters all had bowties and vests on, suggesting it was a fancy steakhouse.

The menus are printed onto the side of a regulation size football which is placed on a tee, and then set on your plate. (Sports bar)

The waiter brings you a tray filled with cuts of meat and painstakingly details what every one is like you're at Morton's. (Steakhouse)

The walls are lined with photos of the 1972 Dolphins. (Sports bar)

Those pictures are all inside of gold, gilded frames and lit from above like it's an art gallery. (Steakhouse)

The wine list comes inside a folder that's covered with a football-like texture and bears the NFL logo. (Sports bar)

The bill for one steak, one salad and a glass of iced tea came to $63 with tip. This is the kind of place that's too expensive to go unless you're celebrating an anniversary or something. Yet, I don't know very many women who would want to spend their anniversary dinners reading a menu off the side of a football or looking at photos of Larry Csonka, Bob Griese and Garo Yapremian.

And the place was absolutely packed. I don't get it.