Mmmmmmm...just back from a delicious four-day trip to New York. All fun, no work! Here's a meal-by meal account...
Balthazar - First stop after the train, a quick lunch in SoHo. This spot is known for the rich and gorgeous, and this Sunday was no exception. Instead of the sit-down, expensive, tres chic brunch, we opted for the take-away counter - a gorgeous patisserie - where a jambon-fromage sandwich on a crusty baguette and a fresh mint-lemonade on the bench outside while people-watching was simply low-key perfect.
Motorino - Later in the Deep East Village, we had to try to best pizza in New York (at least according to the New York Times). OMG. Heaven. The fennel salad was impeccable. The well-balanced mix of fennel, orange, olives, capers, and parmesan had a lovely fresh, salty, minty, citrus-y pop - perfect for a summer evening. The Margherita pizza (the true test of the best) met expectations - yeasty crust with just enough black char and a creamy fresh buffalo mozz was delish (though I found the tomato sauce a bit soupy). A simple glass of Nero d'Avola- my summer favorite in Italian wine was a perfect complement.
Shake Shack - New Yorkers line up for this local chain serving burgers and shakes (now also in Dupont Circle, DC). I haven't tried either - but I did did a kick out of those stylish hipsters lining up fro them in the summer twilight of Madison Square Park. We hit the B-line (no hot food, no shakes) where with no line, no waiting, I soon had a sweet corn ice cream cone in my hand. Another park bench served as a perch for fabulous people-watching and eavesdropping.
Tom's Restaurant - In the morning, it was off to Morningside Heights, my old stomping ground at Columbia, for a little walkabout. First stop, Tom's - the 24-hour diner institution of Seinfeld and Suzanne Vega fame - for a greasy spoon breakfast. Sadly, a bit of a disappointment. The place has been refurbished, and lost it's dive-y charm. The egg and ham sandwich on an English muffin was lackluster, and the coffee was weak. I think coffee expectations have changed over the years from Folgers to Brooklyn Roasters...and Tom's is still with the former.
Petrie Cafe at the Metropolitan Museum - The gorgeous summer afternoon hopping between art museums and Central Park beckoned us to the Petrie Cafe at the Met. The setting was perfect - cooled from the mid-day scorcher, but the wide windows to the courtyard presented the tall green shade trees and the Central Park scenery as if we were immersed in it all. Here, desperate for vegetables, I had an early summer bounty salad of asparagus, peas and fava beans, and four glasses of NYC tap water.
Eataly - A surprising number of our first choice bistros were closed for the July 4th holiday, but we finally found one good option open. The Italian food emporium is a huge warehouse of Italian groceries and food purveyors - shelves of pastas, aisles of olive oils, butcher, dairy shop, cheese, incredible espresso, a gelato store...and five sit-down restaurants, each with a specialty - fish, meat, vegetarian, pizza and pasta. We opted for the pasta - actually the pasta opted us, as all the others were fully booked. A simple antipasti dish - pickled cremini, roasted beets (with crumbled pistachios - yum), shaved asparagus with pecorino, and olives - started us off. Then, we enjoyed two simple pasta dishes - an earthy, rich ravioli stuffed with prosciutto and gran padano in a brown-butter sage sauce and a lighter, fresher cavatelli with cherry tomatoes and arugula. All al dente... A good bottle of Italian red - what was it again? - completed the meal and the day.
Bagels - Poppy seed with cream cheese and a coffee from the corner take-out. It was excellent - and so great to be amidst all the New Yorkers getting the same order as they headed to work.
PJ Clarke's (not worth the link) - Not surprisingly a food disappointment, but we weren't there for the meal, we were there for the New York Harbor view in the Financial District. Some sailboats heading out and Lady Liberty standing watch were five-star all the way! My Maine lobster roll was bursting with sweet meat...but the iced tea was weak, the coleslaw bland, and the service abhorrent.
Paradou - After a walk on the
High Line - my new favorite place in New York, though my recent discovery of
Madison Square Park with the
luminescent sculpture of a girls' face (Echo, Jaume Plensa) is a close second - we ate dinner in this little bistro in the Meatpacking District, We ordered our most decadent meal of the trip, and it was hit and miss. An insanely rich, curated foie gras was incredible - served with macadamia nuts drenched in Lillet! - started the meal. This was the highlight of the meal. A medium rare steak was well cooked, but a poor cut- chewy and fatty. However, its accompaniment of potato gratin - finely slivered potatoes, layered with a nutty cheese and a dash of allspice - was heavenly. The tiny pile of greens on the plate added lightness, but its lackluster flavor was not worth the effort. A nice bottle of Cote du Rhone kept it all very French in the elegant courtyard garden. While the overall experience was quite pleasant and warm, the meal itself was merely fair and tepid. Next time, I think I'll go back to exploring the West Village.
Bon appétit!
