Artwork, flowers, and flashes of neon set the mood There is a man hovering over my 8-ounce Australian flank steak with a spoon in one hand and a mini blowtorch in the other. “May I?” he asks with a crooked smile, suggesting he’s played the role of tableside arsonist before. I nod, inviting him to proceed, knowing that at all STK steakhouses—including its newest location in Oak Brook—the waitstaff is trained to play with fire just as often as the cooks on the line.