Got MILF? Get some weeknights at the bar at Brio, a veritable buffet of well-preserved west-county women and the polo-shirted men who flirt on them like something out of a Bonobos Gone Wild
video. It's probably no coincidence that this local outlet of the upscale Tuscan restaurant chain is located beside Plaza Frontenac. The foxy ladies who sip frilly-tinis (Lemontini, Razzberritini, Sour Appletini) sport the sort of sassy sportswear seen on Neiman Marcus mannequins, with kicky highlights courtesy of The Salon at Saks. The men, meanwhile, seem content to canoodle in less-stylish blazer-and-T-shirt combos (or worse, short-sleeve dress shirts), laughing at the babes' jokes and plying them with Atkins-friendly antipasti platters. If 40 is the new 30, then Brio is the new J. Buck's: a pick-up paradise for the aging-preppy set.