Becoming Beyonce (for a Night)

Beyonce Knowles and I have a lot in common. We’re both occasional vegans. We’re so over Destiny’s Child. We’re also mega pop stars dressed by Thierry Mugler.

Fierce.
Fierce.

Alright, that last part just applies to Beyonce. But there’s one other thing we do have in common. We’re all about the finer things in life.

That Carbone cheesecake is looking mighty fine right about now.
That Carbone cheesecake is looking mighty fine right about now.

Beyonce and her husband, rap mogul Jay Z, are one of many reportedly spotted at Manhattan’s hottest restaurant: Carbone. Anyone who’s anyone dines at this old (but fairly new) school joint. Upon entering, you’ll feel as if you’re transported back to the 1940s and Frank Sinatra is serenading to you while Ava Gardner is caressing her champagne flute nearby.

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Frank and Ava.

It’s a culinary palace where girls are  giddy as their lovers order rum-fueled mai tais, your servers or “captains” wear Zac Posen tuxedos, and a sea of plump lobster ravioli fills your tummy.

My mai tai and I are getting along quite nicely.
My mai tai and I are getting along quite nicely.

It’s no wonder Bey and her posse come here to eat. For my night out with Jordan at Carbone, I wore this red hot chiffon dress by Walter Baker, a New York City-based designer whose pieces can be found in retailers, like Bloomingdale’s and Saks. He hasn’t dressed Beyonce, but it’s because Rihanna took that spot.

Photo by Jordan Race.
Photo by Jordan Race.

But just like Queen Bee, I paired my ensemble with a bottle of Armand de Brignac, also known as Ace of Spades. You could get a bottle of the coveted champagne for around $300, but if you have over two grand, consider their more extravagant 30-liter bottle of rosé. I hear it’s quite fabulous.

Photo by Jordan Race.
Photo by Jordan Race.

Beyonce was spotted pouring the pricey bubbly in a hot tub for a music video (come on guys, that’s just water, right…right?!), but I donated mine to the beau instead. He apparently felt head over heels for its crisp, golden apple notes.

Baller.
Baller.

Unfortunately for me, I only discovered excess notes of creamy butter, which was a bit too rich for my taste (no pun intended). Perhaps I’m just a Dom girl like Marilyn Monroe, but I’m not opposed to exploring Armand’s take on rosé for another night.

Sometimes you need something more than diamonds.
Sometimes you need something more than diamonds.

So Beyonce if you’re reading this, hit a girl up. We can toss some bubbly, go shopping, and argue over who runs the world. I’m going with girls. Just saying.

Photo by Jordan Race.
Photo by Jordan Race.
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