Take a heaping spoonful of The Marvelous Ms. Maisel, throw in a dash of railcar dining, then add a soupçon of supper club energy, and you’ve got the gist of a meal at The Continental. Your first decision here: tufted leather booth or velvet banquette. Your next decision: ordering the croque monsieur swimming in a pool of warm, creamy mornay sauce or hailing one of the pastry carts to your table (the cinnamon rolls, cruffins, and doughnuts are strong selling points). Or hell, just go all out and do both. Either way, put in an order for the glass swan punch bowl that’s filled to the brim with hibiscus daiquiri—and have a rideshare option ready.