How do I love thee, let me count the ways. How do I love thee, let me count the cribbing from classics. I’ve got to meet this restaurant where it lives. Their concept of old – school luxury doesn’t end with the name. Walk past the kitchen and into the haven of tranquility. Where soulful songs, white tablecloths, and tasteful flower arrangements abound. Too young to remember the days when good days delighted in the art of slow seduction?
Don’t cry in your cups, LUKE is here to introduce themselves. This is a medium -rare instance where there won’t be enough words to give you the full picture. You’ll just have to experience it by going there yourself.
Let me start by saying – you know when you’ve been faking those “Oh’s!” for so long you forgot were doing it…and then you have a real one? That happened to me at LUKE. It makes me regret every review I’ve ever written. I should saved all the compliments so I could use them end masse.
The menu comes out swinging a little spoonful of joy in the room of an angus bite with pickles and mustard mayo. YES! YES! I’m decided amused.
That’s right, LUKE, in a sea of blind dates, I’d be brainwashed into accepting the myth that it was sensible to settle. You brought me back to my body. I think I’m in love.
The lobster tortellini are beautifully delicate, with a rich base of bisque that I savored as exceptional. But it’s the straight simple surf and turf that really has me tearing my clothes off here.
How many oh’s did I have here? I think I lost count. In a world where wagyu is often only a little, and the “rock” in the lobster usually means it won’t be as sweet. LUKE is here to remind you why these foods got famous for being rich in the first place.
After all that, if you don’t think you’ve got another ‘oh!’ let in you, the Seven Wonders of Varlona Chocolate and the sweet, sweet petit fours will pull you back in. I no longer know if I’m laughing or crying. I only hope the vocal jazz standards crooning away in the background helped to drown out my moans. Never mind, I’m far too sweaty and exhausted from true satiation to honestly worry.
Can I come up with criticisms? It I must – the sides didn’t reach the magnificientmagnificent deliciosity of the reminder of the menu, the tortellini could have been cooked for 5 seconds more. But, I’m full of oxytocin, so what do I care? Food of this caliber allows luxury of nitpicking for criticisms, but is that really what you want to be doing with your seven minutes in heaven?
Thank you, sweet LUXE, you’ll be featured in my dreams for decades to come. Unless, in a heartwarming plot twist, we both find our way to the Empire State? Yep. It’s a larger than life, silver screen. Carey Grant type of fantasy. An affair such as this one is timeless indeed.
