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The ol' wifey wife and other wifey wife and her man piece and I meet up every once in a while, say about every eight months. Other wifey wife loves to eat at new high-profile places as a sort of treat and to commemorate the length and depth of our collective relationship. All that aside, we ended up here for that occasion, which to be honest is a huge departure from other haunts in the past (see Frenchette) as this place isn't that new nor that esteemed. This place is NOT to be confused with the Estario Milos, the restaurant that is up town nearby Carnegie Hall. Same ownership, seemingly, and I'm sure there's a huge back story that you can google yourself. We visited take two--bourgeois boogiloo.
I can say there aren't a ton of a la carte places in the city like this (see Gaonnuri), as most restaurants are street level, so out of the gate this restaurant offers something that is uniquely New York: a stunning high-rise view of the city, albeit mostly of the Hudson river. It's also at the top of some outlandish luxury mall, so give yourself a minute or two to navigate the unnecessary homogeny that ha become luxury shopping in this day and age. I mean, how many Hermes stores really need to exist in the city?
The food, traditionally greek, is heavily seafood based and solid but not remarkable. I'm not a Greek guy myself, but the ol' wifey wife is and she lapped it up. So it's possible my ham-fisted incipient Wonderbread palate might have missed something. They have a kitschy fish market right in the restaurant, and given it's not-so recent opening the place still has a newness to it that sort of elevates the game. In normal fashion we ordered a ton of shit and shared it, nothing jumped out as to die for, though none of it was offensive. It was sufficient fare that accented the stunning environment. This is a good place to take out of town guests but I can't say I've got a hankering for anything I ate.
