Give in to sensory overload at this homage to the railway dining rooms that catered to the prewar European elite. Every detail of Beck's interior exudes luxury, from the vintage-accented clocks that stand above mahogany booths to the exposed stainless-steel kitchen (rechristened the "epicurean solarium" by the architects). The food is just as rich as you'd expect: entrée-size salads with bacon and egg, fruits de mer platters laden with enough shellfish for a small
army, and a dizzying lineup of artisanal beers. The production is impressive, and you'll remember the food fondly after returning home—but you might consider a fast the next day.