If you're like us, this endless snow has left your social life a little cold.
What you need is The Monarch Room, a 4,500-square-foot respite of raw concrete and warm wood now spreading its wings in Chelsea.
Tucked inside an industrial-era warehouse, it's a little bit raw and a little bit Gatsby, with a bit of 1930s cruise ship thrown into the mix.
It's alsp right across the street from Chelsea Market, so the menu tends toward seasonal fare: black pepper quail to start, spicy short rib pasta after that, and maybe a rabbit roulade with mustard and bacon to tie things up nicely.
Oh, and just because it's slushy outside doesn't mean you can't indulge in the excellent raw bar within. Four varieties of East Coast oysters, scallop crudo, a whole chilled lobster — you get the idea.
Before that, though, you should spend a few preprandial minutes at the downstairs bar, Gilded Lily, sipping on a sherry-spiked Manhattan or the Monarch Room's take on a Moscow Mule with allspice dram and honey backing up the ginger beer.
Grab another before you hit the road, too. It's cold out there.