Just thought I'd report on my chowful day in NY. A little while back I asked for opinions on the Gramercy Tavern's front room...well, I didn't make it there. Here's where I did go:
We started out at the not-so-friendly Traffic Violations Bureau of the DMV down in Lower Manhattan. Not the greatest place to kick off the morning. But once administrative matters were taken care of, we set out to chow.
Lunch was had at La Rosita, at about 108th and Broadway, a little Cuban restaurant/diner. It's a funny place. Our waitress led us to our table, handed us menus, and then waited at the table...standing above us...waiting...for us to...choose. Finally my boyfriend looked up and ordered a Coke. About a minute later, she hastened back with the drink, and there she stood again, not budging. We continued to peruse the menu. I couldn't decide. Did I feel like a cubano or huevos rancheros? The pressure was mounting - but finally I asked for another minute. perhaps this was not the right thing to do, because she glared at me and left abruptly. Was i supposed to know exactly what I wanted the moment I sat down? Is there some unwritten cardinal rule that someone should tell me about?
In any case, despite the bizarre service, I enjoyed my eggs, sitting atop a fresh tortilla with black beans and salsa piquante (what a nice plate of food) and my boyfriend enjoyed his arroz con pollo, rich and practically like a stew.
Next we walked down to Kitchen Arts and Letters. Unfortunately this format does not permit me to sing and dance the praises of that store, but just imagine how happy I was to find that place. Amazing. Maybe my favorite place in the whole city.
Last stop before we had to head back was at Payard Patisserie and Bistro, for a late afternoon snack. My fontainebleu pastry was delightful, the coffee was strong and good, but the place put me off a lot. Service was incredibly indifferent and the atmosphere was not what I would expect for a salon du the, meaning, the cafe did not offer the relaxing, luxurious setting that one might expect. A bit of a disappointment.
All in all, a very nice day. Looking forward to my next trip!