RESTAURANT REVIEW: THE VIEW IS BACK — AND IT’S SERVING THE BEST FOOD IN TIMES SQUARE

A Love Letter to The View: Times Square’s Culinary Redemption Story

Forget everything you thought you knew about Times Square dining. No, seriously — delete it, torch it, scatter the ashes in Bryant Park. Because The View is back, baby, and this time it’s not just spinning — it’s serving.

Yes, the long-maligned, rotating rooftop relic atop the Marriott Marquis has done a full 180 — and landed somewhere between Union Square Cafe and a Broadway curtain call. Thanks to hospitality hero Danny Meyer and his Union Square Hospitality dream squad, The View has transformed from punchline to power player.

And steering this miracle? Culinary enchantress Marjorie Meek-Bradley, who knows her way around a menu like Patti LuPone knows her way around a spotlight. Her lineup is all killer, no filler — a savvy mix of steakhouse swagger and bistro charm, dressed to impress both selfie-snapping tourists and jaded New Yorkers who swore they'd never dine above 14th Street.

Let’s get into the hits. The beef tartare ($24) is hand-chopped and seductively seasoned — a raw delight that’ll make you forget you’re 47 stories up. The tuna carpaccio ($26), dotted with peppery arugula and zingy finger limes, is pure art. And the crab cake? Huge, golden, glorious — slathered with spicy remoulade and carrying big “main course in disguise” energy.

Then there’s the drama of the black bass en papillote ($32), unveiled tableside like a magic trick. The prime rib ($68) is crusted to perfection and comes with actual jus (not just a whisper of meat-flavored water) and horseradish cream that means business.

Feeling indulgent? The lobster spaghetti chitarra ($42) is spicy, saucy, rich — a pasta power move with claws. And the burger ($32) is a juicy, one-patty classic in an age of tragic smash burger impersonators. Add a mountain of fries, and you've got a dish that would hold its own in any borough.

And then — dessert. Towering devil’s food cake that’s practically a skyscraper. Butterscotch pudding that doubles as therapy. And all for $10? That’s not dessert. That’s a civic service.

Sure, getting there is a trek — elevators, escalators, a haunted-looking third-floor check-in zone that screams “hotel conference room trauma” — but once you’re seated and that platform starts to glide? Honey, you’re in another world.

The verdict? The View didn’t just clean up its act — it went from Times Square tragedy to culinary triumph. So grab a res, order the tartare, and prepare to be dazzled.

The View isn’t just back. It’s spinning with swagger.