If you just can't face your public, City Lights delivers, or you can send a servant over to carry out something divine. These decadently cushy spaces line the Moroccan dining room's perimeter, but for ultimate privacy ask for corner table number one. Here you'll find men in dark suits. Eating important steaks. Portions are big.
Prices are big.
Flavors are big. I just can't go on like this. Slinking from restaurant to restaurant. Wearing those big wigs. Oh, I mean meeting those bigwigs for dinner night after night.