American Cut’s second-floor dining room is art deco-cool with flair that Gatsby himself would adore.
A bartender whips up The Regent Cocktail Club’s Regent Punch.
Attention, barhoppers! There’s a new hot-hot-hot spot in town—designed to give you a variety of different experiences in one must-hit destination. Since opening at the end of September, LDV Hospitality’s combined concepts The Regent Cocktail Club and American Cut (and its swanky signature bar) are steadily building a buzz around Peachtree Road’s poshest new dining and drinking establishment.
When you walk in, whisk right up via the elevators. The top floor is basically Atlanta’s answer to The Roof at Viceroy New York: breezy, sunlit vistas pierced by mid-rises and a perimeter packed with pretty people. The servers are sexy, and supersweet marketing manager Nazy Gavahi could double for Kim K. Dashingly handsome decor (think midcentury meets metropolitan, with everything from chesterfields to leather-slung butterfly chairs) is coupled with an age-25-plus private cigar porch. Imbibe modern cocktails like the Southside of the Border (served in a copper cup) or the raspberry-almond Regent Punch (which will make you nostalgic for high school—if you attended Choate or Chapin, that is).
Downstairs in the dazzling and dimly lit dining room—filled with the sounds of Eminem and The Velvet Underground—it’s more upscale and art deco-influenced, with a metallic herringbone wall screen, architectural frosted-glass ceiling lights, dining chairs featuring supple “Hermès orange” leather, and tables with satin-brass borders inspired by Cartier’s LOVE bracelet. Despite the evident glamour quotient, you might still have to pinch yourself when you realize just how congenial the service is.
Sommelier Adam Pucillo will happily school you on the wine list, clocking in at 200-plus varietals (with most under $20 per glass). A couple standouts? The Alberto Furque Malbec and Ruinart Champagne. While you’re sipping an Old Fashioned smoked at a tableside cart, slather some cream cheese on an “everything” biscuit and dig into a classic Caesar salad—it’s creamy, crunchy, tangy, umami and ultimately everything you’d want it to be—or the surprisingly meaty steak tartare (chef John Adamson’s favorite), topped with an egg yolk that’s been poached in the dry-aged fat, then cracked black pepper, Tabasco, cilantro and housemade potato chips.
For entrees, the Springer Mountain Farms roasted chicken and off-the-menu “in-house burger” are both solid. But since we’re here, we tried one of the infamous steaks (priced $29 to $115 and up). American Cut’s “tomahawk” rib-eye differs from competitors in that it’s seared in cast iron to kick-start the caramelization. The result is a thick, salt-sprinkled char and tender interior best enjoyed medium or medium-rare. Sides range from gourmet hash browns with ginger ketchup to sunchoke spinach to pimento mac ’n’ cheese. Still, we recommend going the modern route, ordering from “Papa’s Got a Brand-New Bag” (three selections for $45 per person). Our fave was the unfathomably tender Thai-inspired chili lobster in housemade Sriracha broth, with thick slabs of Texas toast to dip.
Thanks to phenomenal Pastry Chef Kristen Moorer, you can enjoy the decadent deconstructed s’mores with chocolate waffle cone, pot de crème, marshmallows and meringue prepared flambé—tableside. But do consider the monkey bread with grilled peaches, cardamom-cream cheese frosting and buttermilk ice cream (seriously!). Plus, the Crackerjack Sundae has basically become a culinary commodity.
When you get your check, expect even more treats. The tiny chocolate chip cookies are perfectly crispy and chewy, with a slight dusting of sea salt. Dare we say better than Tollhouse?
Complete your evening at the swank downstairs bar, which is like the darker, moodier counterpart to the building’s uppermost aerie. This is the place to meet a sophisticated stranger—or just shoot the breeze with your squad till you laugh yourself silly. Something tells us we’re gonna be regulars here...