Guys' desire for their own tricked-out space has led to mid-life conquests of garages, basements, or in the case of Richard Branson, actual space, which now totally has a pool table in it! Attempting to create a man spot not raked by solar winds: the guy behind Food Wine and Company.
From a multi-concept owner turning his burning desire for a "man den" into restaurant reality, the Co.'s a 175-seat beef/beverage-heavy chow zone, decked out with wrought-iron railings and massive, rustic leather stools lorded over by a huge Roman numeral'd clock, and grub-accouterments like a gourmet pizza oven and dry-aging chamber enabling all food to be prepped in house, unlike modern legislation, which's all prepped on K Street. Dead animal fare's taken super cerealy, and includes a Berkshire pork chop with plum bacon chutney, an 18oz wood-grilled ribeye with wild mushrooms, and a fingerling potato/orange marinade "half Cornish hen", whose other half was probs just Scotch-Irish or something. Equally gorge-worthy pasta options include an artisan fusilli with crispy pancetta/creamy egg yolk/Parmesan, a linguine seafood number with baby clams/mussels/shrimp/spicy tomato, and orecchiette with Parm, broccoli, and mild Italian sausage, which'll only casually try to force himself upon you during your tour of The Coliseum.
Dude-drinking's achieved via 300 wines and 15 draft beers, including Well's Banana Bread, De Koninck Amber, and Old Scratch Ale from local fave Flying Dog, several of which were accidentally turned inside-out the last time Branson was chillaxing with the boys.