Few things make me happier than dinner at the Standard Grill. I love its location, right under the High Line.  I love the raw bar and the porterhouse steaks with equal fervor.  I love that they always give Little McGifty way more marshmallows than one child could possibly eat.  I adore the penny floor and the old fashioned photo booth in the basement downstairs.  It’s fancy and not cheap, but there is something old-fashioned and nourishing about being there.  It’s not the place where everybody knows my name, but boy, do I wish it was.

The Standard Grill, always a lively scene.

The wine list.  Yes, vin, please.

Dinner for me and Mr. McGifty: Porterhouse steak, duck fat smashed potatoes and a good pickle.

Hot chocolate and a side of marshmallows for Little McGifty.

The penny floor.

Our favorite booth.

I am still working on coming up with more interesting photo booth faces. Working, working…