My sister was in town this past weekend for our 9th Annual Anti-Superbowl Party. My husband has been wanting to go to the 21 Club for a long time now, and it was just the right combination of special and New York kitschy to make me agree to go.
I was worried, though. Venerable institutions are not always known for great food. I was pleasantly surprised — the food was much better than I expected. I advise sticking with classics — Caesar salad, dry-aged sirloin, apple pie. Wylie Dufresne would die of boredom in this kitchen, but sometimes old-fashioned American cuisine is the right answer.
The service is over-the-top. You glance in the direction of a waiter and three descend to cater to your merest whim. If you are looking to impress, this place will not disappoint.
And my sister really loved it, which was the important part.
21 W 52nd Street at 5th Avenue (Map)