You enter this strange but delightful new confection from Drew Nieporent's Myriad Restaurant Group through a vestibule with a weird fur-lined wall, like a shag carpet hung to dry. By day, it's so button-down sober, you'd never suspect what a zoo it can be after dark. Don't expect the fat-deprived style of HeartBeat, Myriad's other W Hotel restaurant. This is full-figured cooking. Most dishes, moderately priced, show a command of nicely-balanced sauces that are appropriate to the main event.
Presentations are attractive.
And greens taste just plucked from the earth. Friday night, Icon steps out in party mode. There's footsie under a table. One guy performs what looks like a glandular examination on the neck of a much younger babe. Our entrees are wonderful, prepared with such care, the kitchen might be cooking just for us this madhouse night.