212.517.1932
It's in the lobby of this crazy art Deco building somewhere in the canyons of lower Manhattan. When we walked in I must say that I felt it was right out of a Bond film. Both host and hostess cad in black, stunning, and ready to roll. I felt like I had to say some password just to be let in. The waiter was also air-tight, professional but not cold, affable but not goofy. We waited for our better halves as I drank Sancerre and the ol' wifey wife hit the white lightning.
It's a Michelin star restaurant, so assume the food was good. The wine list, however, was ridiculous. Simply overwhelmingly huge. So much so the little digital scan reading on your iPhone protocol was not practical at all. Nonetheless, we figured it out and drank too much wine. The food was interesting and well prepared. Due to the wine consumption my notes were abbreviated. I'll quote them directly:
Date cake: Bam
Like the octopus
Pork chop is so good it's my little bitch and doesn't stand a chance
Long ass walk to the bathroom
Sleek nipples
This place is definitely deserving of a Michelin star, and given it's location there is something particularly NY about it; walking out, four bottles of wine later, onto a narrow street with skyscrapers all around gave a vibe I haven't experienced in years. Of course, the same could be said for just dining out with old friends.
