a) There is no shortage of steakhouses in DC.
b) Precious few of them would ever qualify as a date spot.
c) Exactly none of them make you wistful for the days of Queen Victoria and the British Empire.
You guessed it: there is one now.
Presenting Lost Society, taking reservations now for its opening next Friday to serve all of your personal-empire-building (or at least relationship-building) needs.
This is the kind of place where Prince Albert and Gladstone might have gone to discuss India over a spot of tea and a game of backgammon. You and your date will ascend to the second floor (bonus points for wearing a waistcoat and a pocket watch) and enter a room that’s all chandeliers, brick and blue velvet.
Here, your possibilities are nearly endless—take up an ostrich hide stool at the three-sided bar, grab one of the low purple couches or, if discretion is paramount, slide into a leather booth overlooking U Street and enclosed by a curtain. There, you’ll tuck into seven cuts of steak like bone-in rib eye and horseradish-crusted prime rib, alongside Confit of Cornish Game Hen.
But you’re not done. A nightcap awaits on the third floor, where you’ll hear a DJ spin in the white and gray bar and you’ll order a Dogfish Head 60 Minute IPA at the outdoor roof deck bar.
Just like the Brits used to do.