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Aces
An elegantly airy space where industry folk, athletes, and V-neck-sweatered spectators from nearby suites dine on hyperseasonal seafood. Designed as a respite from the tennis spectacle, Aces keeps its sports allusions to a minimum.
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Champions Bar & Grill
At this artful chophouse, steaks are well prepared; sauces, quietly assured. All in all, as cacophonous banquet halls go, Champions is a pretty damned good one.
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Heineken Red Star Café
As its boozy sponsorship suggests, this spot is less of a café and more of an outdoor sports pub. The beer selection, unsurprisingly, is limited to two varieties of Heineken and just four other drafts.
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Mojito Restaurant & Bar
The most authentic element to this throwback to fifties Havana is the mint in the mojitos, but the boisterous crowd is too busy swigging specialty cocktails to care. Bogart one of the white wrought-iron tables near the open-air entrance if the weather’s not breaking 100 degrees.
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Patio Café
It's pretty much a given that you're going to be overcharged for a meal at the U.S. Open so stick to dessert or drinks: The chocolate-brownie sundae is big enough for two, and the Honey Deuce cocktail will snag you a commemorative glass.
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U.S. Open Club
The least glamorous of the sit-down restaurants at Arthur Ashe Stadium is oddly elitist: You need a pass to get in. If you've got one, there’s just one thing to ask yourself: How bad do you want A/C?






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