Great news.
We’ve found the restaurant and lounge of the year.
So far, anyway.
It’s called Hunt & Fish Club, and it’s two capital-G Grand floors of steak, former sea life and current cocktails. The doors part tonight.
What you’re to expect here is an old-school, conspicuous-consumption (of meat, and all things, really) vibe. Think Delmonico’s, but with a lot more elaborate illumination (here’s the slideshow evidence) near, yes, Times Square.
Below are the times you’ll want it in your back pocket:
Power dining.
Here’s a game. Whoever finishes their 26-ounce bone-in ribeye first wins the... merger, or whatever.
When in Times Square.
We’re not here to judge. We’re here to see you come out of this experience with some oxtail-and-bone-marrow French onion soup on a cold, cold night to come.
When there’s a fish-egg craving afoot.
Caviar by the ounce will be prominent.
When water’s not enough.
Check out that long, flat surface with the stools at it (there’s another one in the downstairs lounge). It can supply Hemingway’s original daiquiri recipe. And after dinner, a cart will deliver you a daily changing, gratis digestif.
Because you’ve had it rough here.
We’ve found the restaurant and lounge of the year.
So far, anyway.
It’s called Hunt & Fish Club, and it’s two capital-G Grand floors of steak, former sea life and current cocktails. The doors part tonight.
What you’re to expect here is an old-school, conspicuous-consumption (of meat, and all things, really) vibe. Think Delmonico’s, but with a lot more elaborate illumination (here’s the slideshow evidence) near, yes, Times Square.
Below are the times you’ll want it in your back pocket:
Power dining.
Here’s a game. Whoever finishes their 26-ounce bone-in ribeye first wins the... merger, or whatever.
When in Times Square.
We’re not here to judge. We’re here to see you come out of this experience with some oxtail-and-bone-marrow French onion soup on a cold, cold night to come.
When there’s a fish-egg craving afoot.
Caviar by the ounce will be prominent.
When water’s not enough.
Check out that long, flat surface with the stools at it (there’s another one in the downstairs lounge). It can supply Hemingway’s original daiquiri recipe. And after dinner, a cart will deliver you a daily changing, gratis digestif.
Because you’ve had it rough here.
