I tend to feel late to many New York restaurants, and Colonie is no exception. I’m “late” in the sense that it’s been on Atlantic Avenue in Brooklyn Heights for a while now. Years ago I remember filling a rental car up with gas across the street once, watching as a scene from Gossip Girl was filmed. Yet it remains a new restaurant in my mind, and I’ve been in no rush. Given that the owners apparently couldn’t afford a “y” I felt secure in my aloofness.
Odd spelling aside, it was on my 28th birthday that we finally stopped in for a bite and a drink. Though we didn’t have reservations (and my cloying “but it’s my burfday” sad face didn’t work), we were able to sit at one of the high chairs overlooking the kitchen. These seemed like the best seats in the restaurant. What could possibly go wrong? Continue reading
Oh, it’s a restaurant? Shit, I totally knew that. Eats Meats West is totally not on an anniversary vacation at Comic-Con. And totally not phoning it in with more food porn.
Immediately after being seated at Nom Wah Tea Parlor’s vintage delicatessen counter (after kicking out two straggler girls that weren’t eating), I was fully on board. Nom Wah underwent major renovations in 2010, making it paradoxically New York City’s oldest yet most contemporary — in a retro-modern way, of course — dim sum house. Continue reading
Henry Public is just not good for brunch. I want it to be. But it is really not a brunch spot. It just isn’t. Sure, they technically have a brunch menu, but even basic things like hot coffee appear to be a total mystery. The service has never quite been lacking, but there’s certainly no urgency to the staff’s attention to your needs. Overall, I’d say there is somehow something very unsatisfying about it all, which is a shame given how wonderfully comfortable, charming, and novel this neighborhood bar really is [at night].
For whatever reason, I’ve only ever gone to Henry Public when we have guests visiting. Perhaps it’s the thrift store-sourced interior, or the variety of house-this and house-that (pepper vodka, pickles, etc.), or the frequency with which it appears in travel and food magazines, but Henry Public is a consistent “must.”
Regardless, the food is not worth reviewing in details, so instead I present Eats Meats West’s latest food porn installment:
Occasionally here at Eats Meats West we will partake in an interesting meal — complete of course with helpful moments of food photography that are awkward for everyone involved — that nonetheless don’t merit a full review. If looking at pictures of food that other people ate is your thing, well today is your lucky fucking day my friend, because these lovely gems are finally going to get some exposure! Photography pun.
Today we’re looking at Bin 54 Steak and Cellar in Chapel Hill, NC. Funny Nurse lost an Oscar bet and treated Eats to a fantastic meal consisting of a wedge salad, prime dry aged New York strip, shared cheddar bacon grits & haricots verts, and too many old fashioneds. We recommend you go to this place. Oh yes, we do. Continue reading
On one particularly pleasant Saturday afternoon, J and I decided to walk due east of our apartment in Cobble Hill until we stumbled upon a restaurant we’d 1) probably always wanted to try, yet 2) didn’t really have any plan as to how to find said establishment. Crossing the treacherous zone known as 4th Avenue in Brooklyn, we eventually made it to Park Slope’s 5th Avenue restaurant corridor.
It’s been three long years since Eats Meats West was able to dine at Lucali. There have been too many failed attempts to recall, really. But we were dedicated. Finally! Finally, we were able to get a spot last week, and with two guests in tow no less. Within a few days we would end up going again.
Along the way there were several notable surprises, not the least of which was a run-in with Beyonce. Sort of.
But I’m getting ahead of myself. First let’s talk about the pizza. Just kidding, let’s talk about the farce that is the waiting/reservation/cache’ system at Lucali.
Oh yah, get all up in that tarragon chicken salad tramezzini! Don’t go light on those pickled cauliflowers, girl. Lather up aside that sumptuous bread pudding with Chantilly-macerated fresh berries and mascarpone. Then rinse with a crisp frisee salad topped with a poached egg and smothered with decadent lardon vinaigrette. Mmm, yah.