We know, you’ve barely just taken off your New Year’s Eve party hat, but this just in: the time to start thinking about Valentine’s Day is upon us. Herewith, our list of the most romantic tables in town where you can still get a reservation for V-Day week. You can worry about who to invite later.
In an otherwise lively dining room, this corner table delivers glass on two sides and plenty of privacy. All
the better for you to contemplate your date—and her Wok-Fried Whole Sea Bass.
Why it’s right: This has been the table of choice for privacy-seeking VIPs like Pierce
Brosnan, Clooney and Harrison Ford. Oh, and the dashing David Axelrod.
Oftentimes, you like to be seen in dining rooms. Not on February 14, when you prefer to throw up barriers
(of the dark blue curtain variety) between you and the public.
Why it’s right: This is a proper, jackets-required dining room, so it’s only proper
that you conceal what you’re up to behind a curtain.
Amid three levels of inspired cooking and romantic nooks in bucolic Clifton, VA, it doesn’t get more
romantic than this: the wine room, which can be booked for a party of two.
Why it’s right: Since you may have booked a car service to get out here and escape those
prying, jealous eyes downtown, you might as well get as close to the wine as possible.
In a room positively brimming with romantic tables, this one sets the standard: a round table elevated on
its own little semicircular landing in a corner, and partially enclosed by curtains.
Why it’s right: It’s been the site of many a marriage proposal (not that you’re
getting ahead of yourself).
You thought we’d go this whole list without mentioning a fireplace. Not a chance. In this Federal-era
room, you’ll see prints from Washington’s day, early maps of DC and a roaring fireplace, where you’ll
want to set up your Valentine’s Day camp.
Why it’s right: You prefer to put your dates in a broader historical context.
Despite the multiple levels and curtained-off rooms, there’s usually a loud din in this Asian-themed hot
spot. Get above it—literally—in this iron birdcage of a chef’s table, festooned with cushions and
suspended high above the dining room.
Why it’s right: You know why the caged bird sings. Because you’re feeding it
Sweet-Chili-Infused Crab Cakes and Afghan-style lamb.
