Today marks a month. Yeah, until Valentine’s Day—only the most spiritually meaningful holiday of the
year... Uh, right. Anyway, today, you reserve a table for this blessed celebration of all things red and
cherubic. So allow us to present the sexiest new tables in town. Go get ’em, tiger.
You Require: Absolute privacy. You’ll Receive: A walled-off booth in a Midtown basement named for the greatest sonnet
writer who ever lived. There’s a small window you can slide open for direct access to your servers. If
this snug’s a-rockin’...
Sofa #3, PLAY
You Require: A touch of naughty humor. You’ll Receive:Loose Women & Pickpockets (that’s a drink) while you
charmingly feign subtly extending your arm around your date’s shoulder. This occurs in the comfort of a
leather sofa, surrounded by erotic art and books with crude illustrations drawn in them.
Table #509, Margaux
You Require: A charming spring evening. In a garden. In February. You’ll Receive: Exactly that. Sure, it’s indoors. But look, there’s a window and
vines and squid-ink bucatini with Dungeness crab. Classic spring garden in February.
The Sofas, Manhattan Cricket Club
You Require: A barely lit, smoking-jacket-friendly situation where the word “plush”
really means something. You’ll Receive: A gold-brocaded library with a black tufted-leather sofa perch therein.
There will be Boulevardiers, seafood towers and a large cricket paddle. Which, maybe they’ll sell you for
The Classroom, Stardust Lounge
You Require: A place where all your wildest (if a little on the nose) fantasies can come
true. You’ll Receive: A tiny, private classroom where the lesson of the day, and every day, is
one of cocktails and karaoke. Plaid skirts and kneesocks not included.