Because it seems Ol’ Blue Eyes just came back as a gin-soaked steakhouse.
Make a night of it at Table 13, a ’60s-era throwback with steaks for two, stiff drinks and a general air of Vegas supper club, now soft-open in Addison.
We don’t often send you to Addison. But when we do, you can expect:
A well-dressed spot for white-tablecloth dinners.
Go ahead and bring some clients or someone significant. And when you do, you’ll enter through a framed gallery of Rat Pack photos. Which really sets you up for what’s to come. Namely, those black chesterfield sofas, glowing chandeliers and a baby grand piano.
A menu full of steaks.
By all means, eat those. Go au poivre or Oscar-style on the chateaubriand for two, then move on to other classics like shrimp scampi, lobster and chicken cordon bleu. You can’t go wrong. Unless you just get a salad. That would be wrong.
A real penchant for theatrics.
Weeknights are innocent enough with a little piano to accompany your dinner. But weekends bring live jazz and big band, as the likes of Hunter Sullivan and Ricki Derek make the most of those 27 speakers.
Sounds like a good amount.