Piloting a zeppelin or going to the Upper East Side.
You’re doing one of these tonight.
We don’t care which.
But FYI...
Here’s The East Pole, a bright, dual-level home of fresh deliciousness from the Fat Radish and Leadbelly guys, opening tonight on a quiet UES block.
You know what these guys are about—oysters just plucked from the sea, disconcertingly flavorful vegetables, lively spaces that somehow just feel right. And this may be their masterpiece. A stretch of wood and light where dates and dinner parties alike will come together and achieve greatness.
All your approaches here should involve some combination of pork osso buco, heirloom bean salad and bourbon-champagne cocktails. But in blueprint terms: there’s a white marble bar at the entrance. Feels a bit “belowdecks” with its latched glass cabinets. Beyond that, a skylighted dining room of tufted navy banquettes. And upstairs you’ve got a second bar and a private dining room with a table for 30.
The move you must make, though: the alfresco flawlessness that is the ivy-shaded, string-lit front garden.
“Magical” is the word you’re looking for.
You’re doing one of these tonight.
We don’t care which.
But FYI...
Here’s The East Pole, a bright, dual-level home of fresh deliciousness from the Fat Radish and Leadbelly guys, opening tonight on a quiet UES block.
You know what these guys are about—oysters just plucked from the sea, disconcertingly flavorful vegetables, lively spaces that somehow just feel right. And this may be their masterpiece. A stretch of wood and light where dates and dinner parties alike will come together and achieve greatness.
All your approaches here should involve some combination of pork osso buco, heirloom bean salad and bourbon-champagne cocktails. But in blueprint terms: there’s a white marble bar at the entrance. Feels a bit “belowdecks” with its latched glass cabinets. Beyond that, a skylighted dining room of tufted navy banquettes. And upstairs you’ve got a second bar and a private dining room with a table for 30.
The move you must make, though: the alfresco flawlessness that is the ivy-shaded, string-lit front garden.
“Magical” is the word you’re looking for.
