Don't know why other restaurants haven't thought of this (oh, yes i do, scorched-marshmallow smoke billowing through the restaurant), but we had a fantastic dessert at First (1st ave bet. 5-6) last night, classic s'mores. A pyramid of marshmallows, with skewers, graham crackers, a chocolate bar (wrapped in a "First" wrapper with s'mores instructions, as if we needed 'em) AND an iron cauldron of red-hot coals. With the first marshmallow to puff, bubble and burn, we were instantly transported to giggly (OK, drunken) childhood beach & camp fires.
It was a FANTASTIC end to a mediocre meal (GREAT goat cheese souffle & buffalo-style 'lollipop' wings w/blue cheese fondue, what would have been a perfectly-cooked guinea hen paillard were it not swimming in a too-sweet plum sauce with undetectable melted foie gras mousse...also, overly salty rack of lamb, practically raw [I like lamb rare, but not cold & raw] with a bizarre orzo salad, also too salty, with some horrible sour-cream concoction glopped in; a tuna "filet mignon" au poivre whose peppercorn crust somehow drew out a inedibly fishy taste from what was proably a nice cut of tuna, a hanger steak w/stacked tomatoes and blue cheese, which my friend wasn't crazy about [i didn't try it, but he didn't want it medium-rare, and I find hanger steak gets REAL tough & fibrous if cooked beyond that]...)
Oh, they also have a large martini list, called "tiny tinis", served in mini-carafes, a great deal at $7; most are too sweet, but i LOVED the barely-sweet Pear (vodka w/poire william & a gingered sugar rim).
So, uh, go drink a bunch of tiny tinis and get weird over s'mores.
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