Brinner. Lessert. Snackfast. All meal-related combo words have a place in your heart and your life.
But right now, let’s take a moment to celebrate the original: brunch.
Actually, let’s take every moment of every day...
Introducing RSVP, a lucid dream of a lounge restaurant from Jon Bakhshi (of Greenhouse), where foie gras dumplings, eternal brunching and jazz bands meet at your table, taking reservations now for June 1 in SoHo.
Subtlety. No, not here. At first glance, it’s your classic group dinner spot/club for serious folks. But look closer. Giant vanity logos on the wall. Mascarpone-stuffed french toast flying around at all hours. There’s something else going on here.
All you really need to know is that it’s got clusters of chandeliers, color-changing running lights surrounding its curved black banquettes and the unavoidable presence of a velvet-curtained stage overlooking everything. Scantily clad performers are assured. Also: New York Philharmonic members. So... yeah, be adaptable.
Above all else, just know where you need to be. When you get in, don’t go left. Sure, it’s a perfect open-window, sunny-all-the-time brunch spot, but don’t go left. And right: big mistake. Nothing but marble-topped cocktail bar there. No. Go past all of it until you’re funneled down a short flight of stairs just off the stage. And bring friends who are willing to put up with burlesque with their truffle egg toast.
So, maybe all of them.
But right now, let’s take a moment to celebrate the original: brunch.
Actually, let’s take every moment of every day...
Introducing RSVP, a lucid dream of a lounge restaurant from Jon Bakhshi (of Greenhouse), where foie gras dumplings, eternal brunching and jazz bands meet at your table, taking reservations now for June 1 in SoHo.
Subtlety. No, not here. At first glance, it’s your classic group dinner spot/club for serious folks. But look closer. Giant vanity logos on the wall. Mascarpone-stuffed french toast flying around at all hours. There’s something else going on here.
All you really need to know is that it’s got clusters of chandeliers, color-changing running lights surrounding its curved black banquettes and the unavoidable presence of a velvet-curtained stage overlooking everything. Scantily clad performers are assured. Also: New York Philharmonic members. So... yeah, be adaptable.
Above all else, just know where you need to be. When you get in, don’t go left. Sure, it’s a perfect open-window, sunny-all-the-time brunch spot, but don’t go left. And right: big mistake. Nothing but marble-topped cocktail bar there. No. Go past all of it until you’re funneled down a short flight of stairs just off the stage. And bring friends who are willing to put up with burlesque with their truffle egg toast.
So, maybe all of them.
