Welcome to Arlington Club, a cavernous magnum opus of meat-eating old New York, opening Friday on
the UES.
This is a union between ex-BLT-boss Laurent Tourondel and the folks behind Tao. But it’s… nothing like
Tao. Picture old Penn Station. Now picture yourself and another carnivore sitting down to a 34-ounce,
28-day-aged côte de boeuf there. You’re basically picturing this place—two levels of grandness with a soaring, arched
brick-and-steel ceiling that you have to crane your neck to take in the full majesty of.
It’s a place for a statement date. Provided your date is into Kobe-beef-and-truffle sushi, steamed red
snapper, filet mignon carpaccio and seven hulking cuts of steak (as any date of yours should be).
Get there a half hour early and sidle up to the bar just through the entrance. The bar that looks a little
like the Statue of Liberty’s crown. Have something neat.
For dinner, you want the second-level mezzanine. Let’s not hedge here: it’s gorgeous. It’s got a clock
that used to be on the Bowery Savings Bank, steel-arched glass ceilings, exposed I beams…
That’s prime steak-eating architecture right there.
