Call Aaron Spelling, because the Melrose is cool again thanks to Jardenea, a slice of "farm to fork" fanciness deriving its name from the French for "garden", and planting itself in the West End hotel with grey banquettes, paintings that don't even need walls, and chandeliers that look like jet engines
Employing freshness from local co-ops and farms like Meadow Creek and Meyers Ranch, the entrees are split-up Richie-Sambora-report-card-style, with four F's: Flight (e.g.) molasses-basted quail w/ Tennessee bacon), Fins (spiced tuna w/ lemon-thyme aioli), Fields (foraged mushroom dumplings), and Farm, highlighted by a Colorado lamb rack, which will probably be (legally!) smoked before it even leaves the state. The granite bar's home to nine signature cocktails, which run from the scotch/ Irish Mist liqueur/ housemaid caramelized apple reduction "Smoke & Mist", to the dry gin/ fresh lime/ grapefruit "English Bulldog", perfect for making people who are objectively sort of gross look somehow cute
Stop in for breakfast, and you can house thick-sliced brioche French toast, or hit a benedict bar with poached eggs, griddled English muffins, and toppings like wilted spinach and even a petit filet, officially replacing Andrew Shue as the most alluring steak in Melrose.