"A decade or so ago, The Beatrice Inn was a bar where you’d go to party with the sort of people who sat in the front row at Fashion Week. Now it’s a restaurant, and it’s essentially a shrine to various forms of meat. You can get duck, boar, lobster, and a bunch of different cuts of steak here - and, sure, none of them will be cheap. But you’re here for a birthday party, not for a deal. So get a big shellfish platter and some creme brulee in a hollowed-out beef bone, and eat them beneath a portrait of a zebra in this West Village townhouse." - bryan kim