Little Daisy sits on the ninth floor of the Thompson Dallas, inside The National, and the elevator ride up is doing some of the work before you’ve ordered a single thing. Step off and the room opens into hand-drawn wallpaper covering the ceiling, martinis and bow-tied garçons sketched out in a style that leans straight into a Toulouse-Lautrec print. A baby grand piano sits ready to play itself on quiet nights and gets taken over by a live musician on the weekends. Every table gets a candle and one single daisy in a small vase, nothing fussier than that, which is exactly the point of a place trying to feel like a Paris café rather than a hotel restaurant.
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