The Sho Must Go On
Opulence Returns to Wall Street

Sometimes the economy hands you lemons.
 
And sometimes you ignore those lemons and continue to make Zucchini Blossoms filled with Blue Prawns. In an Asian-French haute dining palace. Inside the majesty of the Setai Building. On Wall Street. In 2009.. On Wall Street. In 2009.
 
Welcome to the ignorance-is-bliss splendor that is Sho Shaun Hergatt, now taking reservations for its Monday opening.

Think of Sho Shaun as the perfectly Zen, large, multi-room, sleek Buddhist den of a restaurant that you've been secretly craving through tough times—complete with placid water and rock sculptures, refined pockets of comfortable booths and white-clothed tables spread throughout three main rooms, red velvet walls and the gentle whiff of orchids emanating from every corner.
 
There are a couple of major uses here: it's the kind of place you'll pop in for an early morning pre–opening bell power-breakfast to mull over your TARP funds application strategy, or the kind of place you'll use for a little Wall Street romance as you work your way through three courses of Muscovy Duck Breast, Rabbit Loins and a little dish called the Golden Egg (ah, the beautiful pairing of caviar and gold leaf).
 
If you want to keep things a little more private, find your way through the wine cellar to a private room stacked with a table big enough for a proper board meeting.

Well, at least a 2009 version.