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I know. Believe me I know. This is the longest drought since opening Park Avenue in 2007. True to my word I haven't bothered posting anything about the sub-par, over-priced phenomenon that is the upper-middle class suburb in Jersey.
Nomad, on the other hand is something worth while. I've been dying to try the chicken for two, a whole chicked (feet included!) that is brined, and then has foi gras, black truffle, and butter stuffed between the skin and the flesh. I've read about this in lesser reviews, say, the NY times. And though it's always been accessible, I've just never found the opportunity until now.
Me and the ol wifey wife got an 18-year-old sitter and b-lined it towards the city on a rainy Tuesday. The place was packed, a hotel/restaurant combo that has a modern yet classic feel with just the right amount of fine dining pretentiousness and skinny hot black chicks. It had a sexy vibe. It had a masculine touch. I felt as though it were in a liquor commercial. Initially we sat next to the loudest talking douche you could imagine. Seriously, even the guests dining with him were a little embarrassed how this guy shouted his way through a conversation. It was unbearable, and I thought dinner was ruined despite my two+ years of waiting. Fortunately for us, the waiter was accommodating and we moved two tables down, with plenty of stink eye directed at sir-shouts-a-lot.
Iconman, shut the fuck up, how was the food? How was the chicken that I'd waited two years to try? Meh. The food was prepared well and was interesting. We had the tar tar, the pear and dacumber salad, and the chicken. It was good, don't get me wrong. It was worth the money. It was WAAAYYY better than anything offered thus far in Jersey. But I'm not sure if the food begat this enjoyment, or my time away from food of this quality a la Eddie Murphy Raw and the whole cracker routine. "Was that a ritz!?!"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wRXq8TKq-a8
That's right. My first video reference.
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