The Piano Table at Mezzrow
You require: Something dedicated to your date.
You’ll receive: A piano-side seat for cocktails and some of the best jazz in the city
inside an idyllic subterranean West Village hideaway.
In the year 1015, Valentine’s Day dinners were primitive, involved flagons of mead and didn’t exist. In 2015, you’re luckier. Especially since you’re about to be privy to the city’s most romantic tables right... now.
You require: Something dedicated to your date.
You’ll receive: A piano-side seat for cocktails and some of the best jazz in the city
inside an idyllic subterranean West Village hideaway.
You require: A secluded spot for something decadently Japanese.
You’ll receive: Shiitake-infused cognac and tuna in white-truffle oil, in what basically
amounts to an amorous, well-appointed attic. Feel free to “take a few minutes deciding.”
You require: Dinner, dancing and a total classic.
You’ll receive: An orchestra and a rooftop ballroom at arguably one of the most famous
restaurants in the world, freshly reopened.
You require: Something that’s outside. But it’s still February.
You’ll receive: A little corner two-top on an enclosed East Village balcony with a view
of what’s got to be one of the only legitimate grassy backyards in Manhattan. Also 26-year-old grand cru
and country pâté.
You require: Something to disguise that you forgot to make reservations. Also a roaring
fire and supreme comfort.
You’ll receive: A cuddling-necessary leather sofa directly in front of a fireplace in a
small, hidden, walk-ins-only room where you’ll split scotch-mushroom-chocolate cocktails. Then you’ll
get more, to offset the splitting.