We tried everything. Boycotting Hallmark. Petitioning Congress. Destroying every rose within a 50-mile radius. Still, Valentine’s Day is happening. And like it or not, you’re going to need a dinner reservation. Below, our absolute favorite tables. Only the finest for whatshername.
Here’s What: A corner-tucked, white-tablecloth number in the mezzanine that’s bordered
by an oversized leather banquette. Yes, it’s as comfortable as it sounds.
Here’s Why: It has an emergency champagne switch. Flip it and a waiter will rush you over
some bubbly and a pair of coupes. Feel free to interpret the term “emergency” very loosely.
Here’s What: These chandelier-lit seats are located right at the foot of the Darby’s
main stage. So you’re close enough to whisper sweet nothings into the trumpet player’s ear.
Here’s Why: Because your special someone deserves to be serenaded while delicately
slicing into their brown-buttered lobster. Serenaded by the band, not you.
Here’s What: The coziest spot in the entire three-floor, salmon-colored town house,
it’s located right next to the restaurant’s only wood-burning fireplace. Or—as it’s more commonly
referred to—your comfort zone.
Here’s Why: Fresh housemade gnocchi and a crackling fire. It’s almost enough to make
you believe in love. Almost.
Here’s What: A two-top with clear views into the open kitchen. Handy for keeping an eye
on your bone marrow enchilada.
Here’s Why: After the four-course prix fixe, you’ll be invited into the salon for a
gratis cocktail and the acoustic stylings of an all-female mariachi band. Barry White’s back catalog never
sounded so... festive.
Here’s What: Foie gras, French wine and decadent chocolates served in a pitch-black
dining room. By a blind waiter.
Here’s Why: For the Valentine’s date with really sensitive retinas. And, you know, a
really awesome personality.
