Bianca's
550 W 38th St, near 11th Ave; Hell's Kitchen; 212.967.4646
They say that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, but who doesn't also heart boobs? For heaping helpings of both, hit Bianca's, opening next Tuesday.
Helmed by a professionally attractive chef whose resume includes private stints for George Soros, Joshua Bell, and Patrick "Pat" McMullen, B's occupies a separate lounge space inside HeadQuarters men's club, harkening back to the "sultry 1940s" with eye-catching, blood-red plush chairs and banquettes, black and white starlet prints, and a movie projector throwing up period flicks and "risque" French films, like totally perverted The Four Hundred Blows. Your mouth's lap dance kicks off with traditional apps like French onion soup and antipasti platters of mozz/roasted peppers/tomato, but seafood dominates thanks to crispy fried calamari, shrimp done up as broiled scampi or jumbo cocktail, seared spicy Ahi tuna, jumbo lump crab cakes, and a lump meat "Crabtini", which you can't help but share with your partners. Consummate steakhouse fare includes twin cold water lobster tails, prime steak cuts like New York strip and Tomahawk rib, and the crab meat and Béarnaise Filet Oscar, while slightly more adventurous are the cornish game hen in a peach-grape sauce, and a halibut slathered in asparagus and wild mushrooms, whose parents will be devastated that they exposed their caps for a bunch of fratty, middle-aged businessmen.
Ostensibly priming but actually depressing your pump's a typical short list of bottled beers and a reasonably priced wine portfolio, as well as a solid selection of brandies and cognacs backing up classic cocktails like Manhattans, Sidecars, and Old Fashioneds, who used to heart food and boobs before they couldn't chew either.
