When it’s a matter of dropping a large quantity of money on a very special meal, sometimes you just want something wonderful, that’s all, the end. Clover Hill, a tiny restaurant tucked discreetly into an impossibly charming cobblestoned block in Brooklyn Heights, feels like a secret—such a lovely room, finesse in the kitchen, and polished romanticism in the service. It’s the sort of place you want to tell your friends about, but only in person, and not everyone—just the folks who deserve nice things.

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New York City