7 CAMRYNThe restaurant is spectacular. Dark and moody with a sensual vibe, it’s easily the nicest restaurant I’ve ever been to. Anna wasn’t kidding around last night.
After I check in with the hostess, she instructs me to follow her and then sashays off for the far end of the building. Apparently, Sterling is already here.
Cream-colored silk drapes cascade from the vaulted ceiling, giving each polished oak table its own private alcove. Supple leather loveseats that are way too big and cozy to be called dining chairs flank each rectangular table.
After passing by half a dozen tables, finally I spot him. Sterling must have requested a private table, because while they are all semi-private, this table is at the back of the restaurant with nothing on two sides but walls of windows overlooki
