Mr. C

The Tower Beverly Hills hotel is now Mr. C, an opulent New York transplant from the Cipriani Group, and with it comes an upscale Italian restaurant by the same name. You feel chic just walking in to the greetings of the European waitstaff (some French, some Italian). The food looks equally dapper. Strips of prosciutto hang like curtains from a tiered silver tray holding bits of ripe melon. Wide ribbons of tagliardi pasta are tossed with a lamb ragù. The only things that rival the size of the veal chop are the global wine list and the jewels on fellow diners. Appearances aren’t everything, and the dishes lack some finesse when it comes to taste—too salty here, underseasoned there. Still, we can’t think of a more pleasing place to play dress up.