Because at The Baldwin you'd just get called a pig instead of being fed one, schedule your own Dinner at Eight at The Barrymore, an ode to Hollywood's ultimate dynasty whose gilded black & gold motif is spread across a marble bar and two intimate dining areas sporting plush suede banquettes, and old movie reels on the ceiling, so Aryans can go from watching the Amazing Race to watching...the amazing race
Apps: Kick off with lobster deviled eggs, crispy Outer Banks calamari w/ romesco sauce, or roast veal loin covered in tuna sauce, thankfully not Big Tuna sauce, as everything it covers just tastes like Mickens
Entrees: Fisherman Stew arrives loaded with whitefish, mussels & shrimp, pork belly is "braised with Korean flavors", and pan-roasted free range poultry is sourced from Jidori Chicken, which translates to "chicken of the earth", a differentiation made necessary after Ray started telling everyone he tackled they were tasting the Mickens of the earth. Man, this guy is solid gold
Steaks & Chops: Beef ranges from 8oz filets to 24-day-aged 32oz bone-in cowboy rib eyes, or gorge upon non-ruminants from lobsters to racks of CO lamb
Breakfast: Feed your hangover with pork belly Benedict and full English b'fasts, or just show up for mushroom truffle, brisket, or cucumber jalapeno Bloodies served up in the only way fitting when paying homage to John Barrymore: bottomlessly.