Likely our most "unique" evening in Atlantic City was spent in the space-age, trance-dance accomodations of The Continental - a NJ outpost of Steven Starr's concept restaurant empire. Surprisingly the service was FANTASTIC (I was expecting alot of attitude) and we were treated to a semi-private booth, complete with bubble windows and plush velour banquet seating.

If you take time to click the link above, you'll take note of the mondo-retro "fire pit" seating area in the front of the restaurant. Beyond this area and to the right you walk through a Logan's Run-era automated sliding glass door and into a second room of booths that look like 1960's automobile bench seats, complete with headrests! Then further into the joint, is a lounge highlighted with a rainbo-lit plexiglass chandelier, and accented with lavender mood lighting around the walls. We were offered this very sexy booth as I had noted when I made the reservation that we were celebrating our 10th wedding anniversary (ok, so maybe we were celebrating 6 months early but the hostess didn't need that much detail...)

The food is wonderful - not intimidating, but unique and delightful. Its more or less a "tapas" concept, sharing small plates of delicious and familiar items put together in a very new way. Some of our faves: White Truffle Mac 'n Cheese, Buffalo Chicken Meatballs, Kobe Sliders (mini Kobe beef cheeseburgers.) The sound system pumped out groovy beats and the cocktails kept flowing. Needless to say, the heady mix of rich food and exotic drinks neccesitated antacids and advil later that evening but nontheless it was a magical night.



I cannot help but think that this restaurant must be the modern-day equivalent of the infamous Gobbler, minus the hotel accomodation.