Where Sinatra Swings, the Beef Wellington Sings, and Your Diet Cries Uncle
In the flickering candlelight of Barrotta’s Supper Club in Huntington, you don’t just eat — you dine. You don’t just listen to music — you bathe in a lowball of bourbon-soaked jazz, the kind that makes you feel like you’re either about to fall in love or confess something.
This is no ordinary night out. This is a throwback fever dream — a velvet-curtained, leather-banqueted nod to when meals came with silver service and a side of showmanship.
On the Menu
Let’s start with the food — and forgive us, dear waistline, for we have indulged.
The Truffle Cacio e Pepe isn’t so much a pasta dish as it is a decadent whisper from the gods of umami. Silken strands of perfectly al dente pasta cling to a glossy sauce of aged pecorino and freshly cracked pepper — but the real kicker is the truffle. Not truffle oil. Real, earthy, intoxicating truffle. It doesn’t punch you in the face — it slow dances you into submission.
Then there’s the Beef Wellington. Say it slowly. Say it with reverence. This is the kind of dish that built reputations and broke egos. Barrotta’s version is textbook on the outside — golden, flaky pastry giving way to a tender, rosy filet — but what sets it apart is the duxelles. Richer than a hedge fund manager in Montauk, it hums with shallots, mushrooms, and the faintest touch of Madeira. It’s dramatic. It’s elegant. It’s the kind of dish that demands a tuxedo, or at least a loosened tie.
Live Music at Barrotta’s Supper Club
The live jazz? It’s not background noise — it’s an accomplice. One night it might be a smoky-voiced chanteuse doing Ella Fitzgerald justice, another night a trio that plays like they’ve got nothing to lose and everything to prove. It’s not piped in. It’s alive. The music creeps into your marrow and makes you order dessert you swore you wouldn’t need.
(Spoiler: you do need it. Especially the tiramisu. It’s been practicing its come-hither stare.)
What’s Upstairs?
Upstairs, there’s a private catering area that feels like Sinatra’s after-hours hang — intimate, warm, and just removed enough from the main dining room to feel secret.
It’s perfect for a rehearsal dinner, a milestone birthday, or a deal sealed with a clink of whiskey tumblers and a wink. And a crew that caters to you… they’d be more likely to help drive your guests home at 2:30am than shuffle you out at eleven. “We want you making incredible memories with us.”
And if you need a nightcap, or perhaps just a change of scene without sacrificing the vibe, slip next door to The Ivy — Barrotta’s sibling with a slightly looser collar and a touch more swagger. It’s where supper club formality gives way to cocktail bar flirtation. Same DNA. Different mood.
The Team Behind Barrotta’s Supper Club
And at the center of it all is Zack Barrotta — the soft-spoken young impresario who insists he’s not a restaurateur, yet somehow finds himself captaining a growing food-and-vibe empire. What began with The Ivy next door has now stretched to a second Ivy outpost in Rockville Centre and culminated in the full flourish of the Supper Club. Zack’s secret weapon? He leads with instinct and soul — and he knows how to build a team that turns atmosphere into alchemy.
Enter Chef Jack Grace. A culinary heavyweight who stepped away from the flashbulbs of the Bolson Restaurant Group — where he helmed beloved kitchens like Monsoon, H2O, and Prime — to build something a little more personal with Barrotta. For the past four years, the two have turned concept into craft, turning out dishes that feel less like menu items and more like signatures in a love letter to dining done right.
Give Barrotta’s Supper Club a Try!
Barrotta’s Supper Club isn’t for the calorie-counting or the rush-in-rush-out set. It’s a meal as experience, as throwback, as ceremony. And in a world of QR code menus and “elevated” small plates, it’s a big, bold, butter-drenched breath of fresh air.
Verdict:
Bring your appetite, your date, your best shoes, and maybe a cab home. Barrotta’s doesn’t do half measures. Neither should you.
Signature Bites:
• Truffle Cacio e Pepe: Rich enough to have a trust fund.
• Beef Wellington: A love letter to decadence wrapped in pastry.
• Tiramisu: Come hungry, leave forgiven.
Glutton Rating: 5/5 napkin stains.
Please note: Mr. Madden paid for his meal and the reviewed restaurant did not receive an advance copy of the review and receives no editorial control of the copy.
