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"Born from the Balos team’s New York roots, this haute hideaway on the outskirts of Foggy Bottom showcases Frank Sinatra favorites like a pan-fried pork chop that brings the heat (Angie’s chop gets a kick from colorful cherry peppers), truffle tagliatelle, a triple-patty smash burger, and martinis for two. The complimentary crunchy baguette in its hunter green-and-white sleeve is tempting, but save room for the sleeper-hit blue crab Rangoon, honed over dozens of iterations to channel late NY nights; a lengthy wagyu dog arrives as bite-sized puff-pastry “pigs in a blanket” with mustards, ketchup, and sauerkraut; a (rib-eye) French dip is polished up with au jus poured tableside from a sterling silver kettle; and the rainbow cookie gets an on-brand makeover as a green-hued cake slice glazed in chocolate. The scene skews social and polished—bartenders on their night off, well-groomed locals in white Givenchy sweaters and Chucks catching the Rangers game at the distressed-mirrored bar, and booths of women in shoulder-to-shoulder sparkles celebrating—while the selfie spot sits under a sun dial-like shadow of the name on old-timey wallpaper, with framed portraits of “Angie” overseeing it all. Buzz spiked when Hugh Jackman was spotted canoodling with Sutton Foster in a secluded nook off the bar, and there’s a sharp daily “happy meal” from 3:30-5:30 p.m.: a Caesar or burger and fries plus a vodka-or-gin martini shaken with the house olive brine for $29." - Tierney Plumb