From the first time your mom turned off your Looney Tunes and ordered you to eat your fishsticks at the table, your dining fun's been spoiled by mean people telling you where to eat. At Level III, big boy eats where he wants
Dominating the entire 3rd floor of the JW Marriott, LIII offers four distinct dining zones for chowing down its "Modern American" breakfast/lunch/dinner menus -- everything from a cheddar-&-hobbs-bacon stacked fried-egg sandwich, to chorizo/ bread-crumb/coconut half-shell clams, to Maine lobster gnocchi.
For casual meals, hit the cathedral-sized atrium (polished checkered-marble floor, vaulted skylight, bronze ladies dancing around a fountain), or head to the plush booth'd, crystal-&-gold chandeliered dining room for a more refined, bronze-assless experience.
For sports-watching, pull up to the 25ft, flatscreened-up marble bar, flanked by fat translucent pillars of white light; if you're working on a big project/addicted to CatsInSinks.com, grub in the wifi'd-up private workstation area, complete with hookup-able projectors and also overlooked by chandeliers with candle-lightbulbs (wi-faux?)
When you get thirsty, LIII's slinging specialty cocktails, 14 beers, and a 90-bottle vino list -- because sometimes, baby needy liquid diet.