Valentine’s Day is about a month out. That means it’s open season on reservations. And not just reservations, but specific tables. That’s how you go that extra mile. So for you: a guide to privacy and other people staring longingly at your table, thinking about how theirs is inferior.
You require: Something no one else is getting.
You’ll receive: A table that’s separated by a wall from the main dining room and where
the chef’s special menu is served, only to you. It’s the current “nah nah nah nah boo boo” of
Midtown fine-dining tables.
You require: Something cozy.
You’ll receive: Scallops and Lioco Estero chardonnay in a sconce-and-candlelit banquette
tucked into a small crevice of one of the most romantic places in the East Village. Not to get too specific.
You require: Warmth.
You’ll receive: Up a flight of stairs and toward those flames you see—that’s the
fireplace. That’s your table. It’s where you do fine surf and turf, but phrased in a much more
date-friendly way.
You require: A dark nightcap spot.
You’ll receive: The most dimly lit, most romantic, smallest corner of possibly the most
charming basement cocktail bar in town. So... a dark nightcap spot.
You require: Something casual.
You’ll receive: As established
yesterday, maybe you’d enjoy a screening of Once in a dark theater, with the option of
pre-film buttermilk fried chicken. Ha, maybe.
