my brooklyn pal, a real foodie, went w/ his girlfriend for her bday last night and emailed me his review this am, which i have permission to share. i thought you all would find it amusing and grist for discussion. i havent been in awhile, what are your reactions to this screed?
my take is babbo's a bit of a hoax. all perfectly acceptable but . . .
something a little off, details are ill-considered, and left feeling a
little shookied. highly overrated.
that downstairs bar and holding pen area is ghastly. overheated and
crowded. almost fainted waiting for jen to arrive.
the upstairs room is nice but for some reason noticed the tacky suburban
paella windows with the handcranks. very weird. matched the cleintele
in a nice waym, though.
our waiter was a super guy but the rest of the staff was really
annoying. couldn't wait to snatch the empty plates, clanking sh*t on
placing it, really kind of appalling. that theatrical effect of having
more staff on the floor than diners in the place is really terrible.
everyting in constant motion, made me a little nauseous, like eating in
a speeding car. unneccessary and obtrusive.
in retrospect always wish we'd ordered four apps, cheese, and three
desserts in these kinds of situations. the mains were dull and
unfocussed. there were like three steaks on the menu, plus a pork chop,
and too much fish. dullsville.
lamb's tongue with poached quail egg is a great dish. the grilled
octopus was fantastic. top shelf.
bannana cake and gelato was good. dude-- ordered this west indies rum
called pyrat. holy cow. so much for the whisky and tequila fetish.
this is the real deal.
give me a buzz later so i can kevtch some more.