Gold is perched on the corner, all brass and marble, looking like it just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Is it a restaurant? Yes. But the bar at the front is a destination in its own right. It’s the kind of place where you order a Sazerac and suddenly feel like you have your life together.
The food is modern European, and the steak is stupidly good. But here’s the real tip: come for the bar snacks. Truffle fries that will ruin other fries for you forever. The crowd is a mix of media types, locals, and tourists who did their homework. It’s polished, but not stuffy. You can wear jeans. You probably should.
