Tribeca, Manhattan · restaurant
A Tribeca institution where the martinis are icy, the fries are skinny, and the room hums with that specific brand of New York self-importance that somehow feels earned. All curved banquettes, Art Deco lines, and waiters who move like they’ve seen everything—which they have. It’s equal parts publishing lunch, downtown date, and solo bar-seat power move. Order something classic, sit up straight, and pretend you have a 4pm meeting about a book deal.