Don’t take this the wrong way, but you look like you could use a vacation.
A vacation to, say, the French Riviera: rustling olive trees, lamb chops, dirty martinis.
So go. Really. We’ll totally check out your photos on Facebook.
Or just book dinner at a sprawling new European villa on Melrose Place—Fig & Olive opens Saturday.
You’ll find 8,000 square feet of branzino, scallops and olive oil (it’s used instead of butter), so this is where you’ll want to book your next dinner party for up to 300 of your favorite expats. (New Yorkers have been doing this for years. There are three Figs in Manhattan, but this is the first one outside New York State.)
Upon entering, you’ll see a long marble bar disappearing into the horizon—start here with a bite of Zucchini Carpaccio and a Custom Dirty Martini, with three types of olives and brines to choose from. (Also: vodka.)
Then you’re ready for a feast at the 50-foot communal table. Or under the olive tree in the towering stucco dining room. Or out on the enclosed patio, scented with rosemary plants (and covered by a magically disappearing ceiling).
Once dinner’s wrapping up, grab your Carla Bruni look-alike and squire away to the balcony champagne bar. That’s where your nightcap could entail a Piscine (iced bubbly with strawberries) or a Fig Mojito.
Go fig or go home...
A vacation to, say, the French Riviera: rustling olive trees, lamb chops, dirty martinis.
So go. Really. We’ll totally check out your photos on Facebook.
Or just book dinner at a sprawling new European villa on Melrose Place—Fig & Olive opens Saturday.
You’ll find 8,000 square feet of branzino, scallops and olive oil (it’s used instead of butter), so this is where you’ll want to book your next dinner party for up to 300 of your favorite expats. (New Yorkers have been doing this for years. There are three Figs in Manhattan, but this is the first one outside New York State.)
Upon entering, you’ll see a long marble bar disappearing into the horizon—start here with a bite of Zucchini Carpaccio and a Custom Dirty Martini, with three types of olives and brines to choose from. (Also: vodka.)
Then you’re ready for a feast at the 50-foot communal table. Or under the olive tree in the towering stucco dining room. Or out on the enclosed patio, scented with rosemary plants (and covered by a magically disappearing ceiling).
Once dinner’s wrapping up, grab your Carla Bruni look-alike and squire away to the balcony champagne bar. That’s where your nightcap could entail a Piscine (iced bubbly with strawberries) or a Fig Mojito.
Go fig or go home...
