So sweety's out of town, and this means I get to go to fancy restaurants she doesn't like.
I'm imagining dark mahogany (not required but you get the idea), quiet, an explicit no-rush stay-as-long-as-you-like supper club vibe, finishing with bourbon. By myself with a good book. A dinner for a (gender-traditional) Man.
Icarus would have been fine for the vibe, or the old Craigie for the volume or the old L'Espalier for the service, but no.