I’m still on assignment — exploring Southern menus in Manhattan. Tonight, we head to the Tispy Parson, a cute cafe and restaurant in Chelsea that’s named after a Southern dessert — a trifle with booze-soaked cake. Here are the fried green tomatoes:
The restaurant looks a little like your grandmother’s parlor. Thes are the windows that look onto the street:
We sat at the bar to wait for Boo.
The seats across from the bar:
Our cocktails were too sweet for me:
We are taken to the dining room in the back —
For our first course (shared), we order many things.
Fried green tomatoes:
The “Spread Trio:” pimento cheese, deviled tasso, black-eyed pea salad with housemade herb crackers:
A special, corn soup with poblano oil:
All were pretty tasty — especially the spreads — and the corn soup was very good: it had depth and spice, but was still sweet.
Some plates on the wall:
Waiter in front of plates on the wall:
For our second course, we order three more things.
Shrimp and grits:
It came with a fried green tomato, which was crispy and cornmeal-y, broiled spiced shrimp, Rockland Plantation stone-ground grits and roasted tomato vinaigrette, which was more like a cross between a marmelade and Country Captain Chicken. The dish needed some editing.
The mussels were a special:
I believe they had andouille sausage, but I can’t remember. They were good — but not knock you down crying.
With fingerling potatoes, horseradish crème fraiche sauce, dill oil and cucumber salad.
Nice, but not earth-shattering.
The food isn’t bad — it’s just that it’s not fabulous! If I lived around the corner, I’m sure I’d be here often. The atmsophere is really cozy, and it’s a fun place, too.
We did go for a dessert, the peach-ginger crostada:
It was stellar.
The 411 on Tipsy Parson: 156 Ninth Ave., Manhattan. 212-620-4545. tipsyparson.com