We’ve been to The Filling Station a couple of times now, but it hasn’t yet been warm enough for us to enjoy our burgers outside at the picnic tables. Well that time has come, friends.
The players, after the jump.
We’ve been to The Filling Station a couple of times now, but it hasn’t yet been warm enough for us to enjoy our burgers outside at the picnic tables. Well that time has come, friends.
The players, after the jump.
I don’t curse too often here on SCF, but here is a time when the words are well deserved. Here we are, heading to see Clybourne Park and it’s 715 p.m., 45 minutes before curtain. We walk into Joe Allen, wondering if we can get two seats at the bar. Unlikely, we know. But we are in luck! Two seats, count ‘em, one-two, on either side of three women who appear to be dining together. How can we get them together? Asking the women to slide down would seem to be the first logical choice, but as I approach them, their faces turn snarly.
So I turn to the bartender. Would there be any way — and as I’m asking, I hear Ms. White Shirt here turn to her left and, in a stage whisper: “Don’t. Make. A. Move.”
Surprise, surprise: there’s good Vietnamese food in Mankato, Minnesota! Our pho at Pho Saigon was really very good!
And it’s a great place to take a big group for a family dinner, too.
A little after-church toad in the hole never hurt anyone, did it?
And stunning cherry blossoms as the centerpiece of the restaurant:
The polenta with mushrooms and a soft egg was a new one. Not that we needed an excuse.
Oh and also, Tom had been raving about the tuna, fresh from the docks at Montauk:
Wow. More, including the runny egg, after the jump.
The spring weather has arrived — at least temporarily. And so there I was, pruning the blueberries in the front with Sam in her newest neglect-a-tron —
— and Tasha pops her head out the door. Feel like a cocktail? She says. Why, yes indeed I do, Tash. Thanks for asking! Hudson House it was, then.
Sam had milk.
The Filling Station, which SCF fans may remember from our trip there on New Year’s Eve day, has such delicious burgers. After a trip to the Palisades Indoor Farmers Market, we were powerless to resist stopping for lunch. Yes indeedy.
That little one is a short rib slider. The patties are entirely made of short rib meat, which is ground then shaped into a patty. The slider is then smothered with caramelized onions and American cheese. Oh yes it is. Right, Sam?
Finally! The neighbors and I hadn’t really seen each other since the holiday season, and we finally got a chance to catch up. We walked down to Wasabi and had a lovely supper of sushi and other delishy Japanese foods, such as this duck dish:
Our good friend David, whom SCF fans may remember from this summer in Charlottesville, is in town for a holiday. We met him for a delishy lunch at Pastis, which we chose because 1. David is a Francophile; and 2. It’s near the High Line and we wanted to walk along it after lunch. Success on both accounts. To wit, a terrific frisee aux lardons salad:
More French food and High Line walking after the jump. But here’s a cute one of Greg and Sam, just for kicks:
I almost wouldn’t post this meal if it weren’t for the wonderful time we had celebrating Irene’s birthday. I mean. How many times can you go to a restaurant in just one month? Three, I guess. The answer is three. So here’s o lar again.
These goat cheese croquettes are not the most beautiful things in the world, but man were they delicious. Just a mouthful of oozy, melty, yummy cheese and a nice bit of pork in there, too. Yowza.
And while we didn’t go crazy for the pizza the first couple times, maybe we didn’t get the right pizza. This one, with speck and potatoes and fontina, was delicious. We also asked for it well done — and it still could have been done more. Next time — because let’s face it, people, there will be a next time — we will ask them to burn it.
Restaurant North, which you’ve no doubt seen a few times here on SCF and Small Bites, was awarded a Snail of Approval by Slow Food Metro North, and threw a dinner to thank the farmers and friends of the restaurant. Yes, eggs were involved.
You can read all about the Slow Food Award and the farmers on the Small Bites post over there. I’ll post a few photos of friends and family here on SCF.
After church on Sunday, Sam, Mom, Leigh and I had some eggs, er, excuse me, heuvos, at Harry’s Burritos. My huevos rancheros:
OK. We’ve been twice now. And yes, it’s that good. The shrimp in garlic sauce:
We meant to just go to have a quiet dinner for three (with srimp), but when we walked in, we ran into some friends, and between the five of us (not counting srimp), ended up trying a good part of the menu. All those photos, after the jump.
Wanting to take a look at an apartment that Boo might buy, we headed in to the city to check out an open house on the place. (Thumbs up!) Afterward, we were planning on having Korean food for brunch, but as we were walking there, I remembered we were awfully close to The Breslin, and decided we needed lamb burgers instead.
Yes, folks, it’s February. And we’re sitting outdoors at the Art Cafe, drinking delicious coffee and having a lovely lunch. Incredible.
Boo came to spend the weekend at Sour Cherry Farm, and we made supper on Friday night easy by heading out for pizza at the Mountain House. You’ve seen photos of the pizza there already (link here) and good thing, because I forgot to snap photos of our food. But here we are!
And here’s the rest of the folks:
Terroir, a wine bar that first opened in the East Village, has a newish outpost in Murray Hill. Owner Paul Grieco, wine geek extraordinaire, is known for his passion — but also his crazy-good wine lists with encyclopedic descriptions and fun storytelling.
We didn’t get much of a chance to peruse the list like a good book, but we did choose a good wine (not hard to do; we found a nice Bordeaux) and ordered some delicious small plates to go along with it. The meatballs were especially good.
Another visit to the Museum of Modern Art? Sure, we’re members, so why not. As Greg points out, MoMA is a convenient way to spend time waiting for cocktail hour to begin. While I was spending my time, I enjoyed this piece. I wouldn’t mind emulating its layout in my rogue’s gallery on the wall of the staircase, too!
And taking Greg’s advice, after the viewing of art, the drinking of cocktails began. These are at The Modern, the Danny Meyer restaurant at the museum.
A martini, left; and The Heights, a special on the cocktail list, right. More art, and a few snacks at the Modern, after the jump.
On the way to the city, we stopped to get a coffee — oh, all right, I got an ice cream, too — at Lighthouse, a new-ish coffee bar near the Tarrytown train station.
It’s pretty cute: a couple of marble tables and wicker bistro-style chairs; a gas fireplace; lots of wood. And a nice coffee bar with a couple of impressive espresso machines:
Ice cream, and a gorgeous photo of srimp, after the jump.
It had been way to long since we caught up with Matt and Vanessa. Things get in the way, but the great thing about a new baby is that she can often help bring friends back together, too.
Apparently there’s a new chef at the Hudson House. I haven’t called to get the scoop on his name or credentials, but from the few things Irene and I tasted, I’d say we’re in for a treat with his cooking!
This was the Green Goddess salad, which was a little like a greek salad, but more sophisticated. Olives, endive, arugula, onion… all delishy!
The Hudson House is undergoing renovations, so we ate in the upstairs dining room, which is really quite cozy and comfortable. There’s a cute little bar in the back, and a raised area that has served as a stage during performances there (and also was used to seat the wedding party at Sarah and Wilson’s rehearsal dinner!).
Henry’s at Buttermilk Falls is a super-chic resort in farm country in Ulster County. Right near Milton, N.Y. — almost adjacent to Locust Ridge Farm, where we once purchased 30 pounds of sour cherries to make preserves for our wedding favors — and along the bank of the Hudson River, Henry’s is a restored old inn with a spa, restaurant and hair salon on the property. There are also several private cabins that can be rented for overnights.
We met our friends Janet and Jerry, the publishers of The Valley Table magazine, there for lunch Friday. The drive, the property and the company were terrific. The food, unfortunately, was just average. But there’s a new chef in the kitchen, so our fingers are crossed the menu will get better as he settles in.
That’s the seared shrimp over braised red cabbage. The cabbage was quite tasty, but the menu promised a combination of cabbage and fennel, and the fennel was missing. At least we couldn’t find it.
Sam and I joined Kelli, Sarah and Hugh for an early Friday supper at the OVI. The kids had cheeseburgers and grilled cheese. Kelli and I had pizza and wings. Sam had milk.
My favorite part of the evening was when Hugh asked me whether I was going to take a picture of his food. Of course Hughie! His grilled cheese, after the jump.