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Some more pix from a visit a couple of months ago: Porcini with blueberries and pecorino Grilled artichokes with lemon aioli Octopus with pesto Grilled asparagus, caprino cheese, pickled shallots Meatballs Green beans with pesto and pine nuts Chicken liver crostini Rather disappointing. Was dry and needed a bit more "oomph". Charred pork belly, served with sweet-and-sour onions Awesomesauce on a plate Raspberry crostata -- dry and crumbly. Not too bad though -- with two glasses of white wine, coffee and herb tea, came out to $120 pp (incl. tax and 20% tip).
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314 W. 11th Street (Greenwich Street) New York, NY 10014 Phone (212) 620-0393 Web: http://thespottedpig.com/ Menu: http://thespottedpig.com/food.php For my last meal on a (too) brief trip to New York, I went to The Spotted Pig in the West Village. It was my first time at April Bloomfield's much-hyped Gastropub (an overused term that actually applies here), and I enjoyed it quite a bit. I started with a Spotted Pig Bitter ($10) from one of their two beer engines, an excellent rendition of the style. Next I went with a Smoked Trout Salad with Creme Fresh and Pickled Onions ($16), an arguala salad with chunks of good, lightly-smoked fish that seemed too heavily dressed at first, but the dressing had such a balance an brightness it worked. I paired a La Formica Soave ($13) with it that was a nice match. For my main I had the special of the day, Pork Cheek Faggots (I swear that's how it was written on the board) with English Peas and Mustard, which were kind-of like football shaped sausages, kind-of like meatballs, and kind of like braised shortrib (except, obviously, cheek), and, though a bit over-salted, delicious. Despite the salt, I get them again without a second thought. I ordered a Domaine Jessiaume Pinot Noir with it that was also a good paring. All-in-all, for $90, it was not a bargain, but a nice meal in a place I'm eager to return to. Particularly for the burger, served with shoestring fries ($20), which many in the dining room ordered and which looks incredible. -
Eight of us middle aged types just celebrating life nestled in at Barbuto last March one afternoon from 2pm to about 5pm.and ordered their family style fixed-price menu (plus a few additional add-ins as I recall). We just told them we were hungry and left the rest to them. The food was quite good and the atmosphere was fun. I recall the kale and chicken being standouts, as well as the fish they offered us off menu for an upcharge (Dover sole?). I can no longer remember the beer list, but I do recall half of our bunch drinking beer through the meal, and this tends to be a wine crowd, so that may say something. -
Consider Pó, which is on Carnelia Street in the Village. It has a six-course tasting menu at the unheard of price of $48, and the food is extraordinary. I think that this was Mario's first place in New York, and it continues in the tradition. It's small, not elegant and a tough reservation, but a wonderful value for New York or, for that matter, anywhere else. -
One of my faves in the city is Piccolo Angolo at the corner of Hudson and Jane. Reservations are a must, and even then it might be a little bit before they can squeeze you in. Sometimes service can be brusque. The tasty house vino comes in a bottle with a "Grolsch top." Not that there's anything wrong with that. Nevertheless, it's really great food at a really decent price. And you never know who you might meet! Black Sheep got to wait on line for the rest room with Mike Piazza. Good thing she's a Mets fan! -
I can't say too much about the food at Corsino Cantina, because we only stopped in for a glass of wine and a few nibbles at the bar. I mentioned in a post from several years ago how much I liked that lots of places in NYC bring you a snack at the bar. We were at Corsino during happy hour and were each treated to a ricotta and orange honey crostini, a generous cube of mortadella, and a dish of olives and pickled veggies. The crostini were quite good so we ordered a few more: fennel, orange & white anchovy and chicken liver. Both were very simple but nicely prepared. Everything on the menu is under $20, with the exception of a seafood pasta that includes lobster ($21). The ambiance was warm and friendly, with warm wood walls and floors and candelight. The bartender was pleasent helpful and had no problem pouring samples of a wine or two, so we could find one we liked. They had a great selection of Italian wines - and grappa. It seemed like a popular local spot and is one that I would be happy to stop back into on a future visit to the neighborhood. -
The New York Times' Pete Wells reviews The Beatrice Inn (slideshow). website (which is "under construction" as of May 24th - remarkable considering the restaurant opened last November and has been reviewed by the Times). -
I prefer to let the pictures speak for themselves. It's one of my favorite places to eat at in NYC although sometimes I do wish the aura of preciousness could be dispensed with. Buvette 42 Grove Street (Bleecker Street) Greenwich Village
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I'm surprised to find that one of my favorite NYC restaurants doesn't have its own thread here. Market Table is one of my feel good restaurants. I have never been to Market Table and seen an empty table so there's a nice buzzy energy. The cocktails are excellent and the food menu, which is updated regularly, never disappoints. As I blogged about here, the service is truly thoughtful. On one visit, our server heard my friends and me say we were sharing all of our dishes so they arrived plated as such. Given its size and popularity, reservations are all but required.
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Next time you're looking for a great, civilized meal in the West Village, try i Sodi (Tuscan without frills). -
Our visit to the West Village Fatty Crab was probably the most fun dining experience of the weekend. We sort of stumbled upon the place; I knew it was in the general vicinity but wasn't expecting to see it when we did. We were gently encouraged to go on in by a guy we had passed on the sidewalk, notable for his baggy shorts and knee high socks , who was on his way back in the front door. Base on a little research, I believe he was Zak Pelaccio, partner and chef (and resident "Dude"). Surprisingly enough for just before 7:00 on a Friday night, we were seated immediately. The place is tiny but has a bustling, cozy vibe with red walls and tables close very to each other. I started with the StoneFashioned - an Old Fashioned made with stone fruit infused bourbon - very good, with lots of plum and peach coming through. I can't recall the name of the +1's drink, but it was a can of Tecate served with a shot of tequila and a shot of Sangrita. We ordered a few things to share: Green Mango Dips - a stack of green mango 'sticks' served with a dish of salt, sugar, and chili for dipping. Simple and refreshing. Jalan Alor Chicken Wings (roasted, kecap manis, chili, cumin, fennel) - Sticky, sweet, and spicy. I love wings and these were a different take. Watermelon Pickle and Crispy Pork - one of their signature dishes, for good reason. The pork was great, the mild sweetness and crunch from the pickle went well with it - not a lot to say. Simple ingredients, well executed. Our brief chat with the guy on the sidewalk resulted in a totally unexpected (and very generous) amuse being sent over before our dishes came out. We were each brought a generous splash of prosecco and a lovely bite of uni. I didn't see this going to any other tables, not sure why we were singled out, but it was certainly a nice surprise! He also stopped by our table to see how we were doing. Overall, the service was great. I have great respect for service staff who keep a good attitude while negotiating tight, noisy spaces. Our waiter was helpful and food came out as it was ready, as we had been told it would. The couple at the table next to us had the chili crab, which I am definitely going to try next time - because I know I want to go back!
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Just to clarify a bit, there are actually two different restaurants in two different locations each: Fatty 'Cue, which has a Brooklyn and a West Village (Carmine St.) location, and Fatty Crab, with a West Village (Hudson St.) location, as well as the one on the upper west side, that Don refers to above. The menus, and the restaurants themselves, are quite different. The W. Village location of Fatty 'Cue received 2 stars from the Times, and is my favorite of the group. For a while, it was a pop-up called Fatty Johnson's, during the renovation process. It also has the best bar/cocktails of all 4 places; the bartenders here really know their stuff. -
New York Times reviews Sushi Nakazawa and awards four stars. -
Minetta Tavern 113 MacDougal St. New York, NY 10012 http://www.minettatavernny.com/ If ever there were a drink that was alone worth the time and expense of traveling to New York, it might be the Green Mary at Minetta Tavern ($14). A Bloody Mary made with fresh green tomatoes, it has a sweet smokiness that lingers on the palate for minutes and on the brain far longer. Literally every time I have an ordinary Bloody Mary, or even a good one, I think about this drink. This trip, I had my Green Mary with the Black Label Burger ($26). For the price it should, at least, come with bacon. Really, really good bacon, made by monks in the Black Forest, from hogs raised on a diet of Champagne and truffles. Or maybe some cheese. But, whatever, it's a good burger. It does come topped with well carmelized onions and a side of nicely crisp, but kind of bland fries. And a really, really good pickle. Unlike the drink, the burger is not the sort of thing you lust after. But I'd get it again, even considering the cost. I'm a sucker for a good burger.
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I just discovered (OK, I was flipping around in Wikipedia) that Chumley's may have been the place where the term "86", meaning to get rid of something or eliminate it, originated. Chumlet's had two entrances, 86 Bedford and around back on the unmarked Pamela Court. The story goes that, during Prohibition when it was a speakeasy, the friendly cops would call the place before a raid and tell them to "86" the customers, which was code for ushering them out the 86 Bedford door while the cops would enter through the Pamela Court door. May or may not be the root of the term, but certainly another colorful story from among the 8 million in the Naked City. Worth mentioning, which I didn't previously, that Chumley's gained its fame in part due to the long roster of literary figures who patronized the place and, it is said, occasionally wrote there, including Ernest Hemingway, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Edna St. Vincent Millay, Arthur Miller, James Agee, e.e. cummings, John Dos Passos, William Faulkner, Allen Ginsberg, Erica Jong, Jack Kerouac, Sinclair Lewis, Norman Mailer, W. Somerset Maugham, Margaret Mead, J.D. Salinger, Orson Welles, and Thornton Wilder among others. F. Scott Fitzgerald is said to have once trysted in one of the booths. -
Red Farm 529 Hudson St. New York, NY10014 Phone: 212-792-9700 Web: http://redfarmnyc.com/ Reservations Not Accepted At first blush, Red Farm is yet another small, hipster, urban farmhouse restaurant, with reclaimed wood, a communal table, and tattooed servers who are cooler than you. But this version by restaurateur Ed Schoenfeld and Chef Joe Ng incongruously serves Americanized Chinese food, and actually very good Americanized Chinese food at that. I admittedly glazed over when our server dutifully recited the pedigree of the ingredients in nearly every dish. But almost everything tasted fresh and like quality ingredients should, so I'm sure each of the places is wonderful and full of happy cows, pigs, and chickens. The lone exception was a lobster, which had the slightly murky flavor I associate with the cheap ones I sometimes buy in my local Asian grocery. But more on that in a minute. During a very brief wait at the tiny bar, I started with an excellent Shiso Cucumber Martini, a slightly sweet gin cocktail with strong cucumber and a light shiso flavor. My lovely dining companion went with a Blackberry Fizz, which is basically a vodka soda made special with fresh muddled blackberries and a touch of lime. After that, with a long night ahead of me, I stuck to Tsing-Tao during dinner, while she went with a glass of The Chook Sparkling Shiraz, a tasty sparkling red which is refreshing enough that it almost conquered my, perhaps unfounded, aversion to: (1) red wine with Asian food; and (2) sparkling red wines in general. Almost. Dinner began with "Kwaloon Filet Mignon Tarts" ($10), which are two tasty little bites of perfectly-cooked steak with Asian herbs in a fried wonton. From there, we moved to the "Crab and Shrimp Dumplings" ($12.50), four perfectly fried shrimp with crab stuffing that came served with little mayo and black sesame seed eyes. The whimsical touch, which made our shrimp look like tiny battered flounders, carries over to all of the dumplings here, including the traditional steamed and pan-fried ones. And from the looks of the other dumplings, it's clear that those versions are this chef's true specialty. But the fried shrimp "dumplings" we got were tasty enough that any jealousy directed toward our neighbors at the communal table was short-lived. For our main courses, I went with the aforementioned lobster, descriptively named "Sautéed Lobster, Egg, and Chopped Pork" ($38). Even with the slightly murky lobster, this is a good dish with a tasty, spicy sauce. The murkiness maybe even lends a bit of authenticity to it. My chief complaint is actually the preparation, which requires cracking lobster parts coated in slippery sauce, making it fairly difficult to eat without a giant mess. The attractive half of our party chose the even more specifically named "Shrimp, Scallops, and Mussels with Rice Wine, Tomato, Basil and Very Thin Rice Noodles" ($28.50). This is a vaguely Asian Cioppino that maybe could have used a bit more punch and tastes far more of San Francisco than China. But it is a great pot of seafood that let its marquee ingredients -- giant, fresh prawns, large, well-seared scallops, and plump (clearly farm-raised) mussels -- shine. So it's hard to quibble. Nobody would quibble with the entree portions at Red Farm either. Though fairly pricey, both were huge, leaving no thought in my head of dessert. And a look at the brief dessert menu suggested that the course may be somewhat of an afterthought here. But I may have mentioned to my friend that if you put key lime pie in front of me, I'm going to eat it. And so I did. This version is good, and its sour-sweetness was a nice, if unnecessary end to the meal. It wasn't the end I was expecting, though. That never came: Red Farm doesn't serve fortune cookies. Probably for the best, I guess. Lacking direction from any authoritative confections, we headed out into the New York night to find our own fortune. Original Post: http://whitestmanint...st-village.html
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Perla 24 Minetta Lane New York, NY 10014 212-933-1824 http://perlanyc.com/ Perla is a small, chef-driven Italian bistro with great food and stellar cocktails. My superior bartender, Brad, told me that he and the chef worked together at Eataly before the chef opened this place. Dinner started with a Tombstone Sunday Nights cocktail ($13), which combines cinnamon-infused buffalo trace bourbon with Amaro Montenegro Bonal Gentiane, chile soy maple syrup, and house-made pepperoni bitters. Spicy, yet subtle, it's a very nice riff on a Manhattan. For my first course, I had the Vitello Tonnoto ($16), thick, pink slices of veal in a nice tuna sauce, with crispy capers and Tokyo turnips. It was slightly salty, but otherwise good. I paired it with a nice glass of Yves Cuilleron, 'Les Vignes D'A Cote' Viognier, 2011 ($16.5). Though it all looked good, I skipped the pasta course and went straight for the Guinea hen ($28), one of the best chicken dishes I've ever had. It was done as crispy-skinned rillettes and came with English peas, trumpet mushrooms, and a silky foie gras sugo. (I want to have this dish for Thanksgiving.) With it, I tried a glass of the Lange Nebbiolo, Roagna, 2005 ($16.5). I was too full for dessert, but the 4 choices and selection of cheeses looked like either would provide a nice end to the meal. Maybe I'll save room next time . . .
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124 Rabbit Club 124 MacDougal St. New York, NY10012 The tiniest little dive in the Village is actually a great craft beer bar (which basically only has craft beer, though there are some ciders). It has just three taps, but features a well thought out, Belgian-heavy bottle list. A true dive, it's in a brick-walled basement, "decorated" with coasters, candles made from broken beer bottles (some jagged), and, of course, rabbit-themed art. The German beers were particularly interesting to me, so, after a draft Stoudt's Pilsner (an outstanding Pennsylvania beer I've never before had on tap), I tried the Einbecker Schwarzbier - an excellent version of this style, which makes Kostrizer seem just ordinary. Keeping with that theme, my next beer was a Monschoff Schwarzbier, a very different, dryer version of the style with much darker malts for a smokier, almost grilled bread-like quality. To close out a rather long visit, I went with a Schlenkerla Marzen, a rauchbier, which is about as close to liquid bacon as you can come, without being actual, liquid bacon. If you find yourself in the Village and are at all into beer, this is a great place to know about. But also know, it only takes cash.
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Still one of my top 2 or 3 pizzeria choices in Manhattan.
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The centerpiece of my recent stay in New York was an evening put together by the affable Kirk Wallace (*), a genuinely knowledgable connoisseur of both wine and food (the combination is rare; it's usually one or the other). The evening began deep within the bowels of Chelsea Wine Vault, where a few of us vagabonds gathered, including perhaps our country's greatest expert of Gaston Huet's wines, Joe Dougherty ((**) who tragically opened a corked '59 Le Haut Lieu Demi-Sec during dinner), the brilliant scholar and author, Victor Lederer (look him up on Amazon), and the finest amateur pianist I've ever heard, Sasha Katsman ((***) who plays both Bach and Mozart better than the vast majority of touring concert performers). As a belated birthday present for Victor, Sasha opened my 2011 Wine Of The Year: the unearthly 1948 Vieux Chateau Certan. We then ambled over to Kirk's beautiful apartment, where he was hosting David Lanher, the new owner of what is perhaps Paris's hottest wine bar, Racine's, and his lovely family. (Yeah, I know I'm name-dropping and throwing out superlatives, but I don't care - these people are all wonderful.) After tasting through some fascinating champagnes, we all formed a conga line and headed over to Mas (la grillade) which opened just a few weeks before. Kirk is a regular there, and had arranged a large BYOB dinner. The gracious staff went out of their way to treat us all like royalty. We had a huge table on the charming upper floor, the din emanating from below, the large skylight giving the perception that the ceiling was much higher than it actually was (whoever designed this, gets a medal). Over the course of the evening, we pretty much tried everything on the menu, served family style, with platters of food being passed up and down. There were enough diners, and enough different dishes, that it was quite possible not to try everything unless (like me!) you made it a point to. Emphasis: simple, with the ingredients on center stage, and the cooking itself a wood-seasoned backdrop. Portions are large and plated unadorned, with only a few of the dishes being composed. Your guide to ordering is as simple as the dishes: if the main ingredient appeals to you, order it. Things I loved were the grilled oysters, squid stuffed with bay leaf, a whole dorade (presented whole, then mercifully filleted), duck cassoulet, sweet potato purée (this was being assaulted by everyone), hen of the woods mushrooms, beets baked in the coals. This is all very mild cuisine, with wood notes and scents of grilling as the primary flavoring agents. By its audaciously simple nature, it's in danger of being too mild, or perhaps under- or over-salted which is why this food screams out for wine - and we had plenty of that. While everyone had moved onto reds, I selfishly bogarted the remainder of Kirk's magnum of 2010 Donnhoff Oberhauser Leistenberg Kabinett. Mas (la grillade) - pronounced like the Spanish "mas" rather than the southern French word which would have a silent "s" - is a charming space, but with the simple platings and large portions, I'm not sure how much I'd have enjoyed the evening as a solo diner - invariably at family-style restaurants such as this, I either spend too much and have a ton of leftovers, or else I look back upon the meal as monolithic and unbalanced. At some point in the evening, our table contracted, a fine plate of local cheeses arrived, we sipped some more, chatted some more, said our goodbyes - and I ended up back at Sasha's, fully eight hours after our evening began, holding a glass of 2007 Willi Schaefer Graacher Domprobst Auktion Spatlese - we are not worthy. (*) Woodward H.S. (**) McLean H.S. (***) wife went to Kennedy H.S. It's a small world, after all.
