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Wow. So this is what being an adult is like. My last post, that is the last time I ate at a restaurant I'd never been to before, was four months ago. I live in NY. With the multitude of new places cropping up in my neighborhood you'd think that I would have tried a new place by now. Alas, the odyssey that is mustering up the energy and the dough to coordinate my schedule, my wife's schedule, getting a sitter, and then determining just where we should go that isn't the old standby (see Glasserie or Reynards for that one) is so incredibly difficult that it normally doesn't happen.
Thank God August didn't suck. We went due to a very generous Xmas giftcard, donated by the owner. The quaint little place is tucked in the heart of the west village, and we went on a Saturday night. The food was out standing, and after a little snooping around I was even more impressed after seeing the kitchen be cobbled together in three separate spaces.
We had in no particular order: the onion tart, the mussels, the roasted chicken, the cod (I think, maybe it was sea bass) a bottle of wine, an expresso, the chocolate cake and the creme brulee. It was good mother fucking French food. Everything was delectable. The service was crisp and attentive, and....oh my God I have turned into an adult! What happened to me? Where did the Iconman of old gone? I was excited to be out in the Village on a Saturday. I used to never, ever go out on a Saturday. Crap.
It's a solid West Village haunt. Don't get as excited as I am about it, I don't get out much.
