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I know, how the hell have I lived in the city for so long and not gone here? Schiller's? Check. Pastilles? Check. Both closed (though one was brought back to life). So for my 28th birthday I decided to take the team here, hoping to capture the experience in hopes of not being Peter Luggered.
Did they deliver? You bet. However, I need to provide some context here. In spite of their excellent service and food, this place in July is a huge-ass sprawling tourist restaurant. Tourist that are "in the know," but still fanny packing around with their walking sneakers and bored children in tow. When we made the rezzie we were given a firm two hour time so they could turn the table. This is clearly not enough time for us, as we booze and generally the other wife orders like sixty things from the menu.
So to get around this I opted for outside dining. In 100 degree heat. It was hot, too hot. Since I was coming from work there was a suit involved. A summer suit, but who fucking cares. Nonetheless, we did our best and ate and drank and the staff was lovely and we spent way too much but the heat, the underlying pervasiveness of the heat greatly impacted the experience. We hit the major stuff, the raw bar tower, some Sancerre, tar tar, fish and mussels, and of course some bread. I must say this was not a Peter Luger experience, so those dorky Northern Europeans (who needs walking sticks, really?) were on to something.
