The Waverly Inn

16 Bank St. (at Waverly Place) 917-828-1154 www.waverlyinn.com

American. If you get the chance to wish upon a star, ask for an evening at The Waverly Inn. It is hard to imagine a more perfect experience than this. The dining room, awash in riveting murals, burnished seating and wood, every square inch filled with character. Find yourself in the garden, and NYC is light years away. Its red brick walls, crawling ivy, farmhouse shutters, ceiling fans, oversized plants and sweeping skylight create a botanical effect that is both placid and stunning. I simply did not want to go home. Every dish was novel, spectacular, and singularly delicious. I began with the outrageously innovative summer melon salad (feta, chili, cilantro). It is impossible to conceive of a more refreshing or delectable creation than this. That is not to say you won’t be mesmerized by the Jonah crab cakes with tartar sauce and celery root coleslaw because they, too, are ridiculously flavor gifted. The cold poached lobster salad with herb mayo is not your typical presentation, but cradled in a half lobster shell, the tempting greens practically levitating above. Setting the bar in the stratosphere, this execution easily matches the creativity behind it. Not to be outdone are the Colorado lamb chops with garbanzo purée, yogurt, marinated chick peas and puffed wild rice. Both the chocolate mousse with chocolate fudge and dessert special (cherry tarte, crème anglaise, cinnamon ice cream) only furthered my plan to plant roots here. It was all I could do to drag myself away. So the next time you gaze up on a clear night, start wishing. It is one of the best decisions you will ever make.

 

 

 

Carroll Place

157 Bleecker St. (between Thompson and Sullivan Sts.) 212-260-1700 www.carrollplacenyc.com

American. Carroll Place has two totally separate yet completely amazing vibes. Downstairs is a bar, tables close, each and every inch electricity filled. Up one flight, more bar, cushy seats and a space as chill as the downstairs is pulsating. Either place you land, you’ll be surrounded by jaw droppingly beautiful digs and equally memorable eats. I began with the pork ragu sliders (shaved parmigiano) and arugula salad (parmigiano and pickled onion). Wildly diverse, except in their degree of delicious. To follow, the pizza emilia (san marzano tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, arugula prosciutto di parma D.O.C., shaved parmigiano and pure perfection). If you love lamb, please don’t miss the burger with grilled onion and feta, nestled in the fabulousness of a focaccia bun. Is there anything they can’t do? Clearly not, as the banana bread pudding with salted caramel gelato proves bite after heavenly bite. Come up. Or down. But get your groove on at Carroll Place.

Swine

531 Hudson Street (between West 10th and Charles Sts.) 212-255-7675 www.swinenyc.com

American. What do potato chip nachos, seared lamb chops, grilled cheese toast with tomato soup, and pinball have in common? They can all be yours at Swine, along with a night you will not soon forget. Yeah, it looks and feels like a joint (comfortable darkness, filament lighting, retro tunes), but every single bite will tell you different. The nachos (five cheese fondue, jalapeño, pork belly) are a nice twist on the conventional and their grilled cheese (four year vintage cheddar, American, brioche) one of the most satisfying I have ever tasted. To not dip it in the tomato soup would be completely criminal. I lucked out with the lamb chops special, thick and delicious as the day is long, the accompanying demi glaze carrots and quinoa only adding to my devotion. The evening ended on molten chocolate cake with salted caramel ice cream, as perfectly prepared as all that had come before it. You don’t need tats or a hog to be happy at Swine, just incredibly high expectations.

The Little Owl

90 Bedford St. (corner of Grove St.) 212-741-4695 www.thelittleowlnyc.com

American. Arriving early, I was offered the chance to chill on their porch (a bench, complete with pillows, overlooking the restaurant). I ascended a few steps and, minutes later, was taking in the view from above, drink in hand. Best. Clubhouse. Ever. This memorable intro set the tone for a truly phenomenal night. Is it an overstatement to say The Little Owl knows no bounds? No, because they are as masterful with fish stew and snapper as meatball sliders and crispy chicken. There is undeniable wizardry inside that kitchen. And out. The maître’d extraordinaire has an uncanny way of making her guests feel as treasured as lifelong friends. Her warmth and energy are apparent in every word and gesture, the perpetual TLC enhancing an already ideal meal. I am still obsessing about their apple strudel with vanilla gelato and pink grapefruit lemonade. Maybe next time I’ll sip one from my perch on the porch. I may never come down.

 

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The Eddy

342 East 6th Street (just off 1st Avenue) 646-895-9884 www.theeddynyc.com

American. A wise man once said, “When you come to a fork in the road, take it.” The same is true for the five course tasting menu at The Eddy. Opt not to, and you will forfeit a meal the likes of which you won’t find anywhere else. It began with the fluke (rapini, garlic, pepitas) providing a crunch previously unexperienced - and oddly fun. The second course is actually two dishes meant to be shared. Both the seared squid (ajo blanco, fennel, lardo) and apple, almond butter, cheddar and mustard took my breath away. I could have stopped there and gone home ecstatic, so outrageously exceptional was each creation. Of course, reason prevailed and I was soon indulging in the cod with sunchoke purée, rutabaga and bonito butter. Rarely have I encountered a fish dish this incredibly flavorful. The grass fed ribeye (crisp potato, charred lettuce, vinaigrette) is an equally rewarding choice, its accompaniments only adding to the charbroiled magnetism of the beef. Either the cardamom panna cotta (rhubarb ice, basil, sea salt) or coconut sorbet with clementine, gingerbread and kumquat is an exotic end to a phenomenal evening. It ain’t over ’til it’s over. So savor every moment while you can.

 

Chefs Club by Food and Wine

275 Mulberry Street (at Jersey St.) 212-941-1100 www.chefsclub.com

American. Chefs Club is born of a concept. And a brilliantly delicious one at that. Each year, Food and Wine Magazine anoints a number of Best New Chefs, then ingeniously deploys a few here. Their innovative offerings, along with those of the chefs in residence, guarantee an evening of dining heaven. How can you lose when every course is masterminded by genius? I began with the special - crabmeat tartine with avocado and grapefruit. The combination was not just unique but ideal, something I found myself thinking dish after dish. I can only imagine the amount of effort which must go into each, not just in terms of creation, but balance. The charred octopus is supreme, reigning in the company of chickpea panisse, pistachio, and preserved lemon. Both the sea bream (vadouvan cauliflower, cilantro lettuce emulsion) and Berkshire pork chop (burnt cabbage, crispy potatoes, lovage, apple mustard) were roasted perfection, the burning of the cabbage an especially inspired act, transporting the flavor beyond expectation. Speaking of, please keep yours in the stratosphere when ordering dessert. Their profiteroles (gianduja mousse, vanilla ice cream, dark chocolate sauce) are beyond outstanding. And the “Crema Catalina” mousse deserves at least a page of its own. With berries and crispy caramel, it is like nothing I have ever tasted but want every day for eternity. Which, coincidentally, is about how long it could take to get over your meal at Chefs Club.

 

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Houseman

508 Greenwich St. (just off Spring St.) 212-675-4350 www.housemanrestaurant.com

American. Houseman is as surprising as a browned butter crouton in a bowl of malt ice cream. Just add hot fudge and you’ve gone from analogy to menu. Yet it’s only one of the many deliciously memorable creations you will encounter within these walls. I hesitate to use the word salad because it cannot possibly do justice to the dish placed before me. This is a fairytale blend of maitake mushrooms, escarole, parmesan, seeds and nuts which must be tasted to be believed. They also offered another (endive, citrus fruits, olives, pistachios, dried mint, yogurt), further proof of such slavish devotion to organic originality. Let us move to the entrées, although you can probably tell where this is going. Both the roasted half chicken (carrots, croutons, paprika, capers) and grilled beef and cheese sausage (fried potatoes, wilted radicchio, black pepper) are generous in size as well as stature. They are truly invested in all their ingredients, and we reap the rewards with every bite. Never before have I held the crouton in such high esteem. And it is Houseman I have to thank for that.

 

 

 

Café Clover

10 Downing St. (between W. Houston and Bleecker Sts.) 212-675-4350 www.cafeclovernyc.com

American. Café Clover has that elusive “it” most places would do anything for. It’s a décor thing, a service thing, an every thing. Headlined, no doubt, by their pure and very healthy menu. Each dish I experienced was as life affirming as the one that came before. The octopus a la plancha (seared gem lettuce, mole verde, baked celeriac) is grilled genius. Then there is Murray’s burrata with whole wheat crostini, fig jam and rosemary — a brilliantly masterful combination. Their cod is also completely compelling, perhaps because it’s wrapped in sweet potato, surrounded by manila clams and celery root chowder. My absolute favorite was the Meiller Farm beef striploin, 6 ounces of heaven with brussels and olive oil potato purée. So delicious, I would swear I was at a steakhouse. You will not be sorry if you save room for dessert. Both the gelato (dark chocolate, espresso) and teff crepe cake (with marscapone mousse and espresso chocolate sauce) will make it worth your while. The same must be said of an evening spent at Café Clover. They are the whole package, a truly exceptional gift anyone would be lucky to receive.

 

Bespoke Kitchen

615 1/2 Hudson St. (between Jane and 12th Sts.) 212-989-3155 www.thebespokekitchen.com

American. Prior to dining here, my perception of the bespoke experience was primarily clothes oriented (those shirts and suits made specifically for the intended and at serious financial expense). To the joy of their patrons, this restaurant does its own tailoring (think food instead of fabric), yet not at an exclusionary cost. Their entrées embrace the customization concept, with locally sourced ingredients and fresh, delicious flavor to match. You choose the protein and preparation (light or rich) and they bring the dish to life. I can speak about the fish as well as the beef. Both the branzino and rib eye were profoundly tasty as were the various vegetables and or potatoes with which they shared their plates. For starters, I indulged in the self-named bacon dumplings (roaming acres pork belly bacon, sake-sriracha aioli) and local market salad with Union Square market fall greens, pomegranate seeds and pecans. As you might guess, ordering old school is as rewarding as personally designing a course. Either way, you are in their outrageously talented hands. So while you’ve been given the wheel, Bespoke Kitchen is truly doing the driving. All that’s left is the decision on how to get yourself there.

 

 

 

 

Black Barn

19 East 26th St. (between Madison and Fifth Aves.) 212-265-5959 www.blackbarnrestaurant.com

American. When I think dinner in Manhattan, barn would probably be the last word to enter my consciousness. That is, up until a few hours ago. Because I have now broken bread at Black Barn, and my former thought process instantly went bye bye. While the name is accurate, the vibe is purely NYC. The crowd, the room and the genius produced in their kitchen are as cosmopolitan as it gets. Upon arrival, they presented gazpacho of cauliflower and caramelized onion — a delicious indicator of what to expect the rest of the evening. I followed this with Maine lobster salad (little gem, Thai curry dressing, mango and scallions) and tried the white pizza (cheese fondue, mangalitsa spicy coppa, arugula, truffle oil). Though they could not be more different, what they share is an outrageous amount of flavor (the pizza rivaling any the city can produce). I must not overlook the Amish chicken with ricotta gnocchi, winter vegetable, grapes, parmesan. Or the grilled swordfish (Sicilian caponata and spinach salad in a light mustard dressing). Really, enough cannot be said about each of the dishes I encountered. The meal ended with chocolate soufflé, vanilla sauce infused. It requires 15 minutes to prepare, but I’d have waited twice that, so wowing was every warm and wonderful bite. Besides, it gave me extra time to soak in the Black Barn experience. You’ll walk out thinking hey! (and not the straw kind) ’cause this ain’t no place to square dance.

 

 

 

 

Piora

430 Hudson Street (between Leroy and Morton Sts.) 212-960-3801 www.pioranyc.com

American. When an innovative restaurant serves a prix fixe, I instantly imagine the meal will be something special. Clearly Piora has absolutely no intention of proving me wrong. Their three course creations are so incredibly good, special doesn’t even begin to cover it. My experience took flight with market vegetables (variations, thousand island). They state not which. I could not tell. I do not care. The tastes, in concert, are as delicious as you can possibly dream (although I had never conceived of a symphony such as this). Another offering was hiramasa (yellowtail sushi with apple, basil and fresh wasabi), an equally wonderful way to start the evening. I could go on just as effusively about the second course, having experienced both the spectacular bucatini (black garlic, Dungeness crab, maitake, chili) and gnocchi (local mushrooms and fonduta fontina Val D’Aosta). Both are ideal entrees to the entrée, their lamb selection (with heirloom beans, artichoke and cassoulet flavors) as outstanding as all that had come before it. I assumed any of the desserts would be perfection. And the German chocolate mousse with butter pecan and coconut lime proved me right for the second time that night. I’d love to take credit for being so wise, but my only contribution was lifting the fork. And that is all it takes at Piora.

 

 

Colicchio & Sons

85 Tenth Avenue (between 15th and 16th Sts.) 212-400-6699 www.craftrestaurantsinc.com

American. “Nice to see you” were the first words the waitperson spoke. And although we had never met, the kindness was genuine and an initial indication of how much Colicchio & Sons truly care. They prove this repeatedly throughout the meal in so very many ways. The décor, the music and perfectly attentive, yet unobtrusive, service cannot help but enhance your evening exponentially. We haven’t even gotten to the food (which you can probably guess is no less ideal than the stellar treatment you will undoubtedly receive). Choose between the standard menu and four course prix fixe. You can’t go wrong either way, so good are they at what they do. The baby romaine with buttermilk, quinoa and smoked salmon is a testament to both texture and taste. Also engaging is their baby octopus, uniquely accompanied by citrus, caramelized endive and chorizo vinaigrette. The prix fixe presents hamachi with cucumber, oyster velouté and caviar followed by one of the best realizations of rigatoni to ever grace a plate. Some credit must be given to the broccoli rabe and prosciutto which ensconce this deliciously crafted al dente dish. The only decision was venison or fish. Although I am sure they are equally outstanding, committing to the braised halibut with salsify and carrot-cumin jus left not one regret. The mocha éclair with spiced pear, malt and toasted marshmallow ice cream is as good as it sounds. But this is true of every taste, including an early surprise offering of extraordinary hot apple cider and a freshly made muffin (presented for take home when you are ready to depart). As I was leaving, I made sure to let the host and hostess know what an absolutely wonderful experience it was, the sentiment 100% heartfelt.

 

Blenheim

283 West 12th Street (corner of West 4th St.) 212-243-7073 www.blenheimhill.com

American. Farm to table is a term that gets thrown around a lot lately. Yet here, it is not simply a trend, it’s the gospel. Blenheim is named for their farm upstate where the magic begins, where free roaming animals are bred and raised and a hydroponic greenhouse nurtures countless herbs and vegetables until the time is right. Their menu is light years from static, guided by the seasons and that ideal debut of each cherished ingredient. My visit coincided with several outrageously unforgettable dishes, although I am convinced it matters not when you arrive. The selections begin with snacks, such as fried chicken with lemon confit, pickled radish and celtuce (celery lettuce). It is like no “snack” I have ever had, a deliciously prepared creation, equally worthy of entrée status had they chosen to offer it as such. If pasta is what you are craving, you cannot help but fall for the chestnut pappardelle with Blenheim pork ragout, wild mushroom, pecorino and toasted breadcrumbs. By contrast, there’s the Blenheim salad, composed of nine lettuces from the farm, shaved baby vegetables, gouda, and citrus vinaigrette. Uncomplicated in nature, but no less enthralling. Their pan roasted chicken is accompanied by farro risotto, root vegetables, carmelized onion jus and an infinite amount of flavor. The same must be said of their olive oil poached king salmon (puffed quinoa, whole grain mustard, braised endive, and brown butter sauce). You are given the option to architect a four course prix fixe. And on these premises more is more, so it’s something to consider. But that’s all you need think about, because they’ve done the work while you reap the benefits. And it doesn’t get fresher or better than that.

 

 

Blue Hill

75 Washington Place (between MacDougal St. and Sixth Avenue) 212-539-1776 www.bluehillfarm.com

American. Visit their website, and you will learn the ingredients they select hail from farms in Westchester and Massachusetts. Taste what they create, and every bite you take will prove it’s true. It does not get any fresher or more innovative than this. Blue Hill offers a six course tasting menu designed by the chef. Alternatively, you can make your own selections amongst the four course option, as I did. The smoked seckel pears (bell peppers and fromage blanc) are by turns sweet, surprising, and entirely unforgettable. String bean salad might sound straightforward, but with tarragon, nectarines and hazelnuts in its orbit, you have entered a whole other dimension. This morning’s farm egg with chanterelles and hen of the woods mushrooms will leave you mesmerized. As will the roasted fluke with Manhattan clam chowder. It is safe to say you have never, ever experienced a preparation like this. Blue Hill takes our preconceptions and rejoices in turning them on their heads. Their “gnocchi disguised as tortellini” with purple potato, shiitake mushrooms and herb broth may be an illusion - But there is no masquerading the flavor, astounding beyond belief. The freedom ranger chicken (salsify, dehydrated grapes) is just one more example of a kitchen that knows no bounds. The dining room is pretty wonderful as well, with tones of gray, the lighting low, the staff consummate professionals. Back on their site, you will also find the word artisanal. The dictionary should take heed and replace the current definition with Blue Hill.

 

 

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Union Square Café

21 East 16th St. (between Union Square W. and Fifth Avenue) 212-243-4020 www.unionsquarecafe.com

American. Once in a very long while, you go somewhere and think, “It doesn’t matter what I order, because anything I get will be amazing.” That kind of faith might seem like a gamble, but you cannot lose at the Union Square Café. With 30 years on their side, everything is choreographed to perfection. The clearing of plates supremely timed, your water glass perpetually filled. I began with the slow poached egg, wiggling upon bottarga, crisp polenta, and Jimmy Nardello peppers. I’ve never met Jimmy, but if I did, would thank him profusely for the part he played in one of the best dishes I have ever had. Even their salad will blow you away, the burrata and mustard greens amidst pan fried garlic bread and chili oil. Then there’s lobster risotto — fine herbs, mascarpone, and further proof of their undeniable artistry. Choosing between desserts was difficult, but banana tart with honey-vanilla ice cream and macadamia prevailed. The server, who could not possibly have been more pleasant, said it’s been on the menu since day one. Just taste it and you’ll know why. Some things do change, including their address. Closing briefly at the end of the year, they’ll open in April a few blocks uptown. What are the chances of continued success? I’m betting 100 percent.

 

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Tuome

536 East 5th Street (between Avenues A and B) 646-833-7811 www.tuomenyc.com

American. Small. Big. Sides. Such are the deceptively simple categories into which the Tuome menu is divided. Yet do not be fooled, as the flavors your taste buds will soon experience are anything but. Each and every dish brought a twist I had never before encountered. The chicken liver, no plain pâté, is a mesmerizing mousse complete with NY maple to be spread upon milk bread. And octopus has found its destiny. It arrives in brown butter and pork xo (a spicy seafood sauce) only to be joined by a purée of fingerling potatoes. I could not have been more in awe and the entrees hadn’t even arrived. Of course, they don’t merely make skate, they mastermind it with bell pepper, long bean and wheat berry. Their lobster Newberg is generous, spicy and escorted by tripe and chow fun. It is also singular, mind blowing and incomparable. Even their sides are brilliant. Has corn ever before partnered with massaman curry, kaffir lime and crème fraîche? And was it ever this incredible? Both are equally impossible to imagine. Unable to wait to be asked, I had to know if there was dessert. The news could not have been better: Cookies and cream Rice Krispies beneath vanilla ice cream. Surprisingly, all this genius comes your way in the most casual of surroundings. The staff so caring, the mood so low key, the dinner beyond any and all expectation.

 

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Blue Ribbon Brasserie

97 Sullivan Street (between Spring and Prince Sts.) 212-274-0404 www.blueribbonrestaurants.com

American. When a restaurant debuts in 1992, few could expect it would still be here today. Longevity like that isn’t just impressive, it’s nearly nonexistent. But you know what’s even better? After more than two decades, the Blue Ribbon Brasserie doesn’t phone it in for one single second. They take their service, the menu and even their music as seriously as if they opened an hour ago. Here you find matzoh ball soup, tofu ravioli and escargot mere words away from fried chicken, hummus and paella. And while the offerings may seem purely random, the execution is unequivocally not. Allow me to speak to the hummus as it surely spoke to me. It is one of the best I have had, encircled on the plate by chopped onions, olives, tomatoes, endive and an over the top portion of pita. The hanger steak, delicious in its own right, is made even more so by the onion rings and countless wild mushrooms that accompany it. I was compelled to try two of their specials, which totally lived up to that billing. If you’re a fan of fried rock shrimp, your devotion will multiply while dipping it in lemon cayenne mayo. And the branzino (steamed, cherry tomatoed and sweetpea pureed) is yet another inspired combination. Then there’s Chocolate Bruno (flourless, chilled and tag teamed by three scoops of ice cream). Don’t ask. Just taste. So there you have it. The Blue Ribbon Brasserie. Thankfully here today. Blissfully far, far, far from gone tomorrow.

The Dutch

131 Sullivan Street (corner of Prince St.) 212-677-6200 www.thedutchnyc.com

American. If there’s one thing Soho knows, it’s cool…And restaurants…And restaurants that exude cool. With options on every corner, you ask, how can I possibly choose? That would be tough, if The Dutch didn’t make it so easy. You walk through the door to a palpably hot vibe. Yet, they never act like they’re doing you a favor. The greeting is friendly, the server has your back, and the room is filled with people happy to be there. Yes, you can feel it, but you can taste it too, in every creative and clearly thought out dish. The octopus and squid has pineapple, hearts of palm, and a ridiculous amount of flavor. Their trout is cornmeal crusted with summer beans and mustard, the perfect pairing of crunch and delicious. As for dessert, I don’t have a clue whose idea it was to create a carrot cake sundae (pineapple, walnuts and cream cheese ice cream), but that person is a genius. I know, so many choices in Soho. Well, allow me to make it simple. Eenie. Meenie. Miney. Go!

 

Craft

43 East 19th St. (Between Park Avenue South and Broadway) 212-780-0800 www.craftrestaurantsinc.com

American. Saying they’ve almost mastered their craft is like saying Streep has almost mastered acting. They know exactly what they’re doing from initial encounter to delicious goodbye — but more about that later. Not only was their greeting kind, but when I returned at a future date, they welcomed me back. Clearly, they must keep track which I found extremely warm and flattering. The same can be said of the room - brown, spacious, and subtly lit. Every enticing course is choreographed with a simultaneous reveal followed by a brief soliloquy describing each dish. Their braised octopus with fingerling potatoes, celery and smoked paprika is, undoubtedly, one of the best I have had. Also awe inspiring were the bass and broccoli rabe. As for dessert, just close your eyes and point to anything on the menu. Parting is such sweet sorrow yet, as you go, you are presented with a swag bag (aka a perfected pastry for an encore the following day). Their performance is pure brilliance. But it’s you who win.

Hearth

403 East 12th St. (corner of 1st Ave.) 646-602-1300 www.restauranthearth.com

American. I’ve passed by many times wondering how they chose their name. Then I dined there. The decor, the service and, above all, the food, evoke a feeling of home in the best possible sense. Cherished guest from start to finish, you can revel in the likes of marinated calamari salad with sprouted grains, cippolini onions, pickled carrot and cilantro. Or perhaps their pesto-crusted striped bass, prepared with little neck clams, calabrian chili, pine nuts and squid ink gnocchi. It is clear from the marriage of ingredients how much thought is put into every fresh and innovative creation. The effect is simplicity. Even the ice cream, a trio of pistachio, strawberry swirl and mint chocolate chip is so ridiculously delicious, you would swear it was churned just minutes ago. Nourishing and nurturing. It’s not easy to explain. But once you’ve been there, you’ll know.

 

 

The NoMad

1170 Broadway (at 28th St.) 347-472-5660 www.thenomadhotel.com

American. When a place is hyped and hot, there’s always a chance it will not live up to the reputation. Spend an evening at the NoMad and you don’t have to give that a second thought. There is clearly no doubt it deserves every accolade received. In fact, their slow poached egg with quinoa, asparagus and parmesan was worth the trip alone. It’s like nothing I have ever tasted but instantly could not get enough of. The only moment of sadness came with the realization I had just one spoonful left. Both the skate, seared with English peas, wild rice and speck and the butter poached prawns are brilliantly prepared. This is equally true of the sour cherry cobbler, resting above and below brioche, uniquely accompanied by mascarpone ice cream with pistachio bits. Expect the most. You’re going to get it.

 

 

Mas (farmhouse)

39 Downing St. (off Bedford St.) 212-255-1790 www.masfarmhouse.com

American. Although celebrating their 11th year, it may as well be their 111th, so expert are they at delivering the goods. Everything you’d hope for can be found within these walls (warmth, music, décor, perfect pacing). Notably, I have saved the best for last - the literal dining experience. And it is an experience, far beyond just a meal. You are given the choice of four and six course menus as well as going à la carte. Since the tastes and textures are that good, it would be a true missed opportunity not to indulge in either of the lengthier offerings. In honor of their anniversary, the six course presentation is currently an homage to several favorites. Included are yellowfin tuna, pork crepinettes and milk and dark chocolate layered cremeux, all remarkably distinctive and unforgettable. Not to worry, should you arrive once this tribute has passed, I am certain you will be equally impressed by each and every gift to grace your plate.

 

 

Bacchanal (CLOSED)

146 Bowery (at Broome St.) 646-355-1840 www.bacchanalnyc.com

American. If you told me I’d experience the best New England clam chowder of my life on the Lower East Side, I’d say someone took a wrong turn on I-95. This outrageous combination of bacon, potato, gargantuan spiced croutons and chives clearly rivals Boston’s own. The branzino is steamed and savory, sharing the plate with bok choy, mushrooms, black rice, citrus-soy sauce and cilantro. As it happens, their service is as noteworthy as the food. The waitperson arrived at the table with a high wattage smile which remained on display each time she returned. Her positive energy and attitude enhanced what was already an excellent meal. If that weren’t enough, the dessert special was an inspired chocolate mousse (milk as well as dark) surrounded by happiness (a chocolate shell, raspberries and raspberry sorbet). This place isn’t just good. It’s a Yankees - Sox extra innings extravaganza.

 

 

 

 

Hundred Acres

38 MacDougal Street (between Houston and Prince Sts., closer to Prince) 212-475-7500 www.hundredacresnyc.com

American. One step inside and Manhattan is a distant memory. The windowed and white tiled walls evoke a cottage atmosphere where the mood is festive and the food is southern style. Their menu abounds with the likes of hushpuppies and gumbo. The spiced pecan-spring onion waffle with fried chicken wings and maple-molasses sauce is sweet, spicy and completely delicious. Service is unobtrusive yet vigilant and the portions are as generous as down home hospitality. Turn your head and you’re surrounded by NYers, all thrilled to spend a few hours chilling on the bayou without crossing so much as a bridge.

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Catch

21 Ninth Avenue (entrance on 13th Street) 212-941-5060 www.emmgrp.com

Seafood, American. When a restaurant is packed by eight, you know it’s a place to be. Every brown bricked, warmly lit, music pumped floor is filled with people out to have a good time. All the fish dishes I tasted (lobster roll, octopus, branzino, crab spaghetti) left me wanting more. They have their desserts down too. The S’mores pizza and banana crème brulee with banana bread pudding and Guinness ice cream are equally decadent. It’s the rare destination that combines outstanding flavor with club sensibilities, but they achieve it effortlessly. Go. Have fun. I dare you not to.