The Resurrection of the Beatrice Inn
You’ve got Graydon Carter of the Waverly Inn, Monkey Bar and... Vanity Fair to thank for this. He’s turned it into... a different Beatrice Inn. And wouldn’t you know it, Fashion Week is right around the corner to help break her in (it’s like they planned it). But if your memories here involve James Murphy DJ sets and leaving at sunrise, prepare yourself. The place has matured a bit. Observe...
Then: A strict “be more famous” policy.
Now: Reservations are... existent. Or walk in and grab a seat and a martini at the bar.
You’re Surrounded By...
Then: A candlelit fireplace, collapsing ceilings and as many as two Olsen twins.
Now: Studded hunter-green banquettes, antique mirrors, rich mahogany and behold: some natural light.
Then: Celebrities, Sevignys and women most commonly seen in magazines.
Now: Celebrities and the guys who run said magazines.
Then: Serious dancing, being seen and a tacit approval of anything you could contrive in a bathroom stall.
Now: Dry-aged rib eye and mushroom-topped oysters Rockefeller from a former Per Se chef.
They grow up so fast.
VitalsThe Beatrice Inn
285 W 12th St
(between 8th and W 4th)
New York, NY 10014