Because you’re winning power lunch.
Hope it doesn’t change you like the Belvedere, the completely transformed seat of statement-making lunches, celebration dinners and people-entertaining at the Peninsula. It’s now soft-open in Beverly Hills.
Same name. Same location. Whole different look involving zillions of dollars of paintings and significant toile and possibly too much blue gingham. You decide. Here’s the slideshow and the new menu.
See you there for...
Meetings with WME allies.
Pitches must be pitched. Dotted lines require signatures. Always best to do this by velvet booth, especially below sizable Fabienne Verdier paintings. Then you’ll demonstrate your effectively unorthodox approach to things like duck confit shawarma and monkfish osso buco. Ready your back for slapping.
Wining and dining the new duchess of Chino Hills.
Fancy-pants guest coming to town. Picklebacks won’t do. So you’ll book the private room. Soon, your world will be a storm of bubbly grand cuvées, astronomically priced Sauternes, Five Diamond Manhattans and Mad Fritzes, a proprietary abbey-style ale made just for the Peninsula.
Soon, a beautiful, enormous garden terrace will open. Once the rain threat stops hindering construction, that is.
It’s understandable if you have mixed feelings about rain right now.