Picture this: It’s a week after the NFL draft. The ink is still wet on your rookie contract with the Commanders, and you just moved into a City Center penthouse. For the first time, you can drop hundreds on dinner without breaking a sweat, and you have an appetite for food and service that matches your new tax bracket. Whether you’re actually a newly-minted millionaire or just want to feel like one, RPM is where you should eat. RPM is the product of a pair of reality TV celebrities-turned-restaurateurs. Every evening, a small army of waiters in ivory suits that match the marble bar usher out the hits: beef tartare prepared tableside and finished with herbal olive oil, spicy pomodoro sauce bucatini, and a grilled branzino served with watercress salad on top. If we had RPM catered like the Cubs do when they’re in town, we’d request that white fish with crispy skin every time. The wine list is made for flexing, with plenty of bottles that cost about the same as a mortgage payment for a downtown condo, but we prefer the $76 bottle of Nebbiolo. This is the type of restaurant that provides the level of routine class and cooking we imagine becomes your standard when you own multiple properties, only drive to joyride, or sit on the board of multiple foundations. Come here if that’s you, or when you and your colleagues have the corporate card and want to feel like the most important people in the room. You won’t be—chances are it’s actually the chair of the Utilities Technology Council sitting three tables over—but the wait staff, with their Secret Service-style in-ear radios, will treat you like the rich and powerful all the same. Oh, and that faint whiff of honeysuckle and rosewood you caught in the bathroom? That's their house-branded candles.