A quick syllabus for achieving Valentine’s Day greatness: today, secure one of the fine tables below. Tomorrow through February 13: go back to polishing your oh-no-she’s-Internet-dating-a-werewolf romantic comedy. February 14: pick up date and enjoy one of the fine tables below.
You Require: Blindfolds and mood lighting. Maybe some wine.
You’ll Receive: Two seats at the darkest two-top down in the Must’s 700-bottle-strong
wine cellar—where you’ll be blindfolded for four sensory courses. They don’t know the menu yet, but
four wines will make an appearance. So to speak.
You Require: Exquisite French bistro cooking in a storybook setting. Sometimes the subtle
approach is too subtle.
You’ll Receive: Side-by-side stools, front and center at Walter Manzke’s open kitchen.
Where you’ll down oysters and whisper sexy/soothing words like “brunoise” and “julienne” near
fire.
You Require: A moody, secluded nook of much red meat. And some sunset views would be
nice.
You’ll Receive: Just you two at a large table beside a huge wine wall in Rare’s
intimate private room, with tree-lined views of the setting sun—and a little bit of parking lot.
You Require: Room for 16. Oysters for two.
You’ll Receive: A private dining room stocked in Water Grill’s brick-lined stern—in
addition to handling your every beshelled-aphrodisiac whim, it’s got its own entertainment system. In case
you want to screen 50 First Dates. Or not.
You Require: Something to set the mood. Like roses, except more like a little psychosexual
dance art instead of roses.
You’ll Receive: The cushy love seat in front of DBA’s dance floor. For easy access to
the libidinous acts before you, or for sitting back with a drink. From someone’s high heel.
