You know that old saying: nothing’s certain in life except death, taxes and Valentine’s Day hoopla. (We’re going from memory here.) Anyway, about that last one... we found five fine tables that certainly make the night a whole lot sexier. You’re on your own for the other two.
You Require: Champagne. Elbow room. The stars to align just so...
You’ll Receive: A secluded, sinewy, sexy cove that usually seats up to six. But you can,
when it’s available, reserve it for two. Or just bring a string quartet.
You Require: Air superiority, a certain sense of authority.
You’ll Receive: A discreet perch above the main dining room—said to be the table
preferred by the Obamas on date night—that gives you a definite height advantage while you feed each other
Kobe beef.
You Require: To be like Mike.
You’ll Receive: A curved, semi-secluded booth favored by Mr. Jordan. Caveat: if His
Airness arrives with his new bride, he will have you removed to a table that is less, well, his. But he will
also pay for your meal. Win-win.
You Require: A place to eat caviar with a Hollywood starlet.
You’ll Receive: Eight courses at a table for two underneath the Andy Warhol Marilyn
(Reversal Series) silk screen. A serenade of “Candle in the Wind” is totally optional. But a nice
touch.
You Require: Just a table for two... possibly three.
You’ll Receive: The right wine for the ahi tuna tartare. The right upstairs corner seat
for you and a date splitting the prix fixe. Also: these seats can accommodate a third. Some Valentine’s
Days are luckier than others.
