Try your hardest to pretend you have noooo idea it shares a name as your favorite Twilight character when you hit Bella Beach, the latest venture from nightlife impresarios Tommy Pooch and Alan Roth. They've forgone leather booths and even walls in favor of ocean and sand for a Mediterranean resto-meets-club overflowing with canopied day beds, sky blue umbrellas/lounges, and more white wicker tables than Pottery Barn's summer catalog, also something you know nothing about.
Hunger's tackled by
Terry Tate, office linebacker, because hunger didn't refill the coffee machine Swiss-covered Wagyu mini burgers, an 8oz Angus filet, Atlantic salmon, yellowfin steaks, and butter-drenched South African lobster tails, as well as a lineup of caviar including Osetra and Kaluga (whose large pearls are said to have a "nutty essence"!).
As the joint is run by revelers, DJs'll rotate in nightly, and they'll be very disappointed if you don't take advantage of booze options like full bottle service (Johnnie Blue, Patron, Remy), available even if you're sitting in one of the lounges on the sand, plus 15 kinds of bubbly, 20+ vinos, and a few choice suds like Grolsch and Swamp Ape, which is apparently a Thing.
Because you obviously want to keep reading about alcohol, you should also know about the plethora of frozen concoctions and signature cocktails like the Ocean Elixir (PAMA pomegranate liqueur, Cedilla acai liqueur), the Calm Waters (gin, kiwi, lemon soda), and the tequila/ Moet/ orange/ pineapple/ cranberry Bella Sunrise, which's obviously what comes after the New Moon... um, what?! Who said that?!?