

He ordered a salad (little gem greens, grilled corn, tomatoes, avocado, crispy shallots and a sherry-shallot vinaigrette) that was so good he had to call his wife on the way home. The other day, he had lunch at Stage, a wildly creative Palm Beach Gardens spot from talented chef Pushkar Marathe. These restaurants are ushering in a new level of creativity, Sabin says. If you haven’t been here in a while, you could probably make a list of 10 new restaurants that just came in since your last visit a few months ago.” You’re seeing more options than you ever had. Suddenly, visitors were coming to town to eat at the restaurants – not just ogle at the aristocrats, says David Sabin, founder of Palm Beach Food & Wine Festival and president of Brickhouse Public Relations. But nonetheless, very fun and a very loyal clientele.” Open this photo in gallery:Ī steak and salad dish at Stage. The restaurants were really predictable and conventional. “To me it was a little bit like going back to the ‘60s or ‘70s. It was not a destination for sure,” he said by phone from New York. Daniel Boulud recalls coming to scout the area before he opened Cafe Boulud here in the Brazilian Court Hotel in 2003. Eight-figure mansions now dot the island like they were spread by seed, headlined it seems nowadays by a former president whose club serves as a symbol of the fortunate-class establishment here.Īfter Flagler arrived, dining in Palm Beach, a town with now at least 35 billionaires, meant largely stuffy restaurants with a reputation of catering to prep-school buddies and ladies who lunch between serving as matrons on charity boards. The gentry have wintered in Palm Beach since Henry Flagler brought his railroad to town in 1894 and later constructed Whitehall, a 100,000-square-foot gleaming gilded age palace along the water.

People-watching in Palm Beach is like attending a Stanley Cup playoff game what you see is the best the sport has to offer.Ī gelato cart at Sant Ambroeus in Palm Beach Florida.

But the real draw is the mealtime entertainment. Yes, the Italian dishes are good – the simple continental-style grilled seafood of a nice hotel restaurant. This is a crowd that knows the reason to come to Sant Ambroeus. A couple who paid a lot of money to remain in their 40s (or maybe 60s?) cuddle up below the mirrors and survey the room.

A man in boat shoes with aviators perched in a mess of curly locks leads a much younger friend in a runway-ready dress that appears made of ribbons to the booth in the corner. A large group lords over the round table in the centre of the room, men with hundred-dollar haircuts in polo shirts with a carefree extra button open, women in sleeveless, flowy maxi dresses. Instead, they’re likely there so guests can better take themselves in.Īt lunch on a Wednesday, the regulars breeze through the Palm Beach restaurant with airs of ownership. It’s not to make the beautifully apportioned space seem bigger. Mirrors hang on the back walls of Sant Ambroeus, but probably not for the reason they would in most restaurants.
