Saturday night dinner at Supper in Alphabet City: waited for over an hour in the co-owned and attached bar and had overpriced glasses of wine. Once seated, I liked the communal dining concept, but I didn't like the uncomfortable realty of how chairs didn't fit with the oversized tables. Enjoyed the free garlicy white beans and unsalted Italian bread, and had a very tasty piece of pork loin.
Dinner at A in Manhattan Valley: didn't get there until 10pm, but the tiny place almost full. The menu is as short as the kitchen is small, but the flavors of my jerk-rubbed chicken were big. Wish I had brought a companion and a bottle of wine. The guys who run this place seem really sweet. I wouldn't make a detour to A, but it's a valuable asset to the hood.
Prix fixe lunch at Union Pacific: even though I was a single gal, the sharp maitre d' seated me at a great corner tablelove those leather booths. Had cold green beans w/ prosciuto and a minute steak over chinese green beans (guess they were overloaded with beans, but the preparations were so different it was OK). The highlight: dessert, a trio of sorbet AND an assortment of chocolate tasties, including a fabulous chocolate-hazelnut mousse "cookie." And to finish, an assortments of sweets, including two lovely dark chocolate covered almonds. I felt like a robber getting away with such a lunch, but it didn't make me want to come for dinner and pay full price.
Pre-theater dinner at Uncle Nick's: we didn't much like the assortment of spreads-only one that stood out was the tzaziki-and my soft-shelled crab entree was just OK. However, my friend's slouvaki was unexpectedly good and the (Hungarian?) white wine was perfect for an outdoor summer meal.
Brunch at Avenue in UWS: my rare burger was tasty, but too tall to eat without deconstructing. My friend's apple pancake was really interestingthin, crispy, with nicely cooked apples. A good, reasonably-priced place to sit on the sidewalk and watch the Seinfelds and Elaines go by.
The Yogurt Place: adored the full-fat with figs and walnuts, and brought some home to friends who also raved. A hearty treat-I felt like I could milk, or even carry, a cow after eating it.
Pre-theater lunch at Edison Hotel: this remains my favorite theater district joint. The chicken noodle soup had a light broth flecked with dill, chunks of flavorful chicken, and lotsa noodles. At the waiter's suggestion, I got the apple crumb struedel, which was good.
Kitchenette in Morningside Heights: There were tons of flies any only a few people here. Had a strange salmon croquette sandwich (what was I thinking?), which was salvaged by two decent sides. For dessert, a hefty, moist and nutty slice of banana cake put me into a bananalicious stupor.
Pizza at Grimaldi's: I am upset that I used to live in Brooklyn Heights and didn't know about this place. The incredible goodness of the crust made up for the blandness of the tomato & sausage toppings.
Eisenberg Sandwich Shop: had the justifiably famous tuna melt. Instead of cooking the sandwich on the grill, this one is put in a sandwich press so the bread gets crunchy, a perfect foil for the very soft tuna. The vanilla egg cream was great, too.
Hungarian Pastry Shop: for old time's sake. My chocolate petit four was just as bad as I remembered.
Columbia Bagels: still fantastic. I had forgotten that Columbia doesn't toast their bagels (is that a west coast thing?), but bagels this fresh and warm need no toasting, just plenty of cream cheese.