Because dredging up the past is fun for everyone except Newt Gingrich, Mitt Romney, Rick Santorum, Ron Paul, and maybe Huntsman, but who really knows or cares, the folks behind Bite M.e and several other Gas-town spots are taking things back to the days when prostitutes (legally) roamed the earth, with this sexualized ode to the scandalous, featuring a wraparound bar & tables made from Brazilian granite that looks like petrified wood, and a small VIP lounge adjacent to the kitchen, which makes sense considering the rich tend to have more taste.
Eat: They've tagged in Jason Maitland (formerly of Flavor Del Mar) to take care of “New American” vittles, which he's broken down into innuendo-rife categories like Foreplay (roasted Wagyu bone marrow with an onion marmalade/parsley salsa verde), and the steak-heavy Down to Business sporting mains like seared rare Hawaiian opah with a shiitake mushroom egg roll, sweet & sour baby eggplant, and bonito flakes that're shaved, presumably for your pleasure. Or because it's kind of the only way to serve them.
Drink: The “Little Black Book of Cocktails” is loaded with remedies like the “Green Light” (gin/ jalapeno water/ agave nectar/ blood orange bitters/ ginger beer), the “Mole Manhattan” (bourbon, Carpano Antica, chocolate mole/ rhubarb bitters), and the 12yr rum/ Cointreau/ almond syrup/ mint “Lime Smash”, a line frequently bellowed by The Hulk during his unsuccessful stint as a barback.
Save: For the vine inclined, a massive wine display will be rotating in new selections, and patrons can store their bottles in an atmosphere-controlled “lock box”, which all those politicians probably wish they could store their pasts in. Except for Huntsman, dude'll take any attention he can get.
