Oh, or happy hour. It’s called “tapas hour” actually, and it’s two hours in the afternoon, three at night. With lamb ribs, daiquiris and Old Fashioneds. And, yep, Vincenzo Marianella is behind the drinks.
Something more serious. Dinner could involve a three-course prix-fixe. Unless you’re comfortable making your own agonizing decisions between artistic plates bearing ribeye or scallops with brown butter powder after a gin-and-mezcal-loaded London Smoke.