In 31 days, it’ll be Valentine’s Day. And you’ll be having a flawlessly executed dinner that you made reservations for 31 days in advance. Because you’re just that good. Well, that, and because we’re laying out the five best tables in the city for you right here.
You Require: Incredibly close proximity to the bartenders. And the chefs. And the... your
date.
You’ll Receive: A shadowy booth positioned directly between the deconstructed open
kitchen and the deconstructed island bar. It’s a bit like being in your own personal restaurant. A really
personal, really deconstructed restaurant.
You Require: Oysters, privacy and direct access to a discreet exit.
You’ll Receive: A corner table that’s suggestively partitioned off by a curtained wall.
And a few feet away, a mostly overlooked back door. In case it’s an “Excuse us while we urgently slip
out the back door” kind of relationship.
You Require: White linens. Sommeliers. Thirty-year-old scotch. Might be easier to list what
you don’t require.
You’ll Receive: An elevated booth that’s out of earshot from other tables. As in, no
one will be able to hear a word you say. So, like, they can’t hear you. Anyway, enjoy that table.
You Require: Minimal distractions and maximum wine. Easy.
You’ll Receive: A round wooden table tucked away on the mezzanine level
with nothing but a few other tables and a private room around it. So there’s little reason
for unnecessary foot traffic. Aside from whatever’s happening under the table, of course.
You Require: A bow-ties-and-chicken-friendly environment strategically hidden from prying
eyes.
You’ll Receive: A coveted two-top positioned behind a wall in the bar area (which means
it’s mostly concealed from the rest of the restaurant). Not great if your date’s an exhibitionist. Or
maybe great if your date’s an exhibitionist.
