First, the bad news: Henri is officially, totally, irretrievably dead.
Which technically isn’t really news.
So it’s just a good news situation, we guess.
And here it is:
The era of Acanto dawns with a healthy splash of Italian in the former Henri space tomorrow night.
It looks like you have questions. Shoot.
Is this an Italian version of Henri?
Certainly not. Okay, a little. The owners are the same—your old pals from the Gage next door and the Dawson. So that’s nice.
But that means what?
Henri was a precious little jewel box of Frenchness. But here, you’re working with velveteen walls, a burnt-orange banquette and art deco chandeliers. So... not too shabby, either.
So jeans are okay?
For cheese and Campari-and-sodas on the patio after the Art Institute, who’s going to stop you...
Should I bring clients or not?
Only if your clients are impressed by sophisticated versions of classic veal parmesan, ribeye for two, saffron fusilli and 300 wines.
Geez, 300 wines. Where do I start?
Good point. You should probably start with a cocktail instead, like the #5, a whiskey-and-pistachio-orgeat aperitivo. Then wine.
Maybe just point randomly.