You’re footloose and kid-free, celebrating a friend’s conscious uncoupling, or just want to be alone. Whatever the scenario, often the best seat in the house is at the bar.
Sit pretty on one of the bright cobalt stools and dig into peanut salsa with chips and Brussels sprouts tacos while relishing a lesson in the art of mezcal mixology.
You could wait two hours for a table, or you could nerd out over craft beer with the well-versed bar staff while snacking on crispy hominy until your fried chicken arrives.
The sushi bar offers an ideal view of sushi master Ken Ando meditatively slicing salmon and crimping futomaki rolls with the focus of a well-seasoned sensei.
Head to Table’s bar for a four-course French lunch tray, because there’s no decent reason not to devour duck confit or coq au vin at noon.
Forget dinner and a movie. Book a seat at the kitchen bar and channel Cinecittá over bowls of Bolognese.