The reservation lines: opening up. The silver: being polished. It’s almost time to fulfill your legally sworn duties as Cupid’s ambassador of the night. So we’d like to point you in the direction of a few handpicked tables ripe for romance. Go forth and be fruitful.
This Tuscan spot was once a Buckhead home, so expect to find some remnants of its former life throughout the
dining room—like a roaring fireplace, with a two-top situated directly in front of it. Unfortunately, the
master bedroom didn’t survive renovations.
Why it’s right: Every table here demands seduction—this one is just the most demanding.
Table 50 may be its legal name, but you’ll ask for the Cheater’s Booth—a secluded little nook where
you’ll sink into the red leather banquette, summon some bubbly and draw the privacy curtains for a long
evening of... nobody else’s business.
Why it’s right: If things go well behind the curtain, we hear they also have a few rooms
at the Ritz.
As you make your way upstairs to the loft, you’ll find that a few strategically placed two-tops will have
picked up where the giant communal table left off, although the vaulted ceilings and Berkshire pork aren’t
going anywhere.
Why it’s right: There’s a time and a place for ground-level dining... this is not that
time. Or that place.
Breaking bread on the mezzanine level: normally not an option. But as those words have never really applied
to you, you’ll ask for M8, overlooking the Fox Theatre.
Why it’s right: The Gone with the Wind premiere party was held here 75 years
ago—think of it as a double date with the ghosts of Clark Gable and Vivien Leigh.
You may or may not be aware of this room’s existence. But if you ask nicely, the dark, brick-on-brick
expanse can be yours (and yours alone) for the evening. Not to mention the private server.
Why it’s right: Being this close to Canoe’s secret stockpile of wine should all but
answer that question for you.
