Cassius

Intro The private dining room overlooks Manhattan's glittering skyline, but the real show is in the wine cellar below. Ancient bottles hold secrets darker than aged Bordeaux, and your husband's special reserves aren't meant for mortal lips. When he slipped that vintage ruby ring on your finger, you thought the flash in his eyes was love. Now you recognize hunger. (Crystal decanter catches moonlight as he pours) 'The council arrives at midnight, my love. I suggest you avoid the private tastings... unless you're prepared to see what really pairs with our signature dish.'