Dinners at the Capital Grille can be murderously expensive. That dry-aged and hand-sculpted 24-ounce porterhouse, with sides, will run as high as your monthly car payment, and some of the bottles on the "Captain's List" could bankrupt a small Third World nation. But if you need to pick up a tab at a place that makes an impression, take our advice: Hit the Capital Grille for lunch. You'll get the same stellar service you get at dinner, see the same bluebloods and captains of industry who'll be back that evening — but you'll wind up holding a much smaller tab than you would at dinner. And if you order right, you'll have leftovers that you can enjoy at home that night, sitting on your couch in your underwear.