Rosevale NYC is a chic, yet precocious bar with a lot of life from the 1920s. A reasonably gracious dining experience delicately decorated. As soon as you enter the vestibule, you are instantly teleported into the world of boutique glamour and regency motif. Dimly lit and comfortable – ideal for a custom cocktail.
Service is regal. Steak tartare first and crab cake second. Succulent and full of flavor. Cleansed our pallets with a Bloody Mary and a Spicy Encounter apéritif. Soon after, we were enthusiastically approached by someone in leadership, smartly dressed and prepared for supper service. After all, we are nestled in the heart of Broadway as well as enamored by the dinner theatre ritual.
One thing for sure, the adjourned hotel within arm’s length, matched its energy. The glazed glass separated us from seduction. Finally, a magnificent phantom lodge with a hot companion. Furthermore, there is absolutely nothing ‘pedestrian’ about the Civilian that is reminiscent of the Hollywood Roosevelt with guests preparing for their misdeeds.
Out came the piping hot Pork chops in tandem with a duck entree. Subsequently, a side of Mac and cheese, creamy and innocuous makes an appearance. Finally, a panna cotta slab of cheesecake designed by the best baristas rewarded by Sirha Lyon.
Afterwards, we embarked on a tour of the compact campus. Immediately confronted by a gigantic spiral staircase which spilt into a rustic yet contemporary bar on level two. Ultimately, we elevator climbed into an abyss of skyscrapers on the 28th floor, bearing a wraparound balcony with breath-taking panoramic views of Alicia Keys‘ former stomping grounds, Hell’s Kitchen.
In sum, it’s a perfect venue for a celebratory evening and/or a romantic rendezvous.