how to eat your way through new york

In ALL, FOOD LOVE, RESTAURANTS, TRAVEL by Stephanie Klein13 Comments

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The thing about being a thin person is keeping the mindset that whatever it is you’re eating, you can always have more of it at another time. You needn’t cram it all into your hole at once, guarding your plate like a hokey player. Except I can’t have more of it at another time. This is my opportunity!

I don’t want even the slightest glimpse of down-home cooking. I don’t want to see a rib or anything approaching BBQ, and I’m not stepping foot near even the most lovely "we make your tortilla, guacamole, and life… tableside" Mexican establishment. What this means is my train is making all local stops. I intend to eat only small bites with a glass of wine at each lovely spot. No entree. Just a simple flavor, a wee bit of this.

I’ll unlikely stop at a grand Italian spot where they serve you their favorite dishes until you unbutton your pants. I won’t be stopping at Artisinal or Balthazar, as I know (and adore) their flavors by heart. Nor will I be visiting Cafe Boulud or La Goulue (I’d rather roll my eyes elsewhere). It’s more of a solo eating journey that can be enjoyed alone or with a friend who can only get away for a quick stop between meetings, dates, and errands. It doesn’t mean I have to make poor choices, but it does mean a lot of walking and a lot of hard decisions. But here are some easy ones:

Gotham Bar & Grill: I first went to Gotham Bar & Grill when I was sixteen, with Hillary Cohen. Her parents had rented a limo for her birthday, sending a half dozen of us to the restaurant, then off to Emerald City (a green sparkly nightclub once upon a leprechaun). I remember everything about that magical evening. I wore my hair blown smooth and was wearing a black velvet bodysuit (with a snap crotch), and matching black velvet mini, tall tall black leather boots. I looked like a waitress at a trendy it spot. I was sixteen, touring the town in a limo, eating a vegetable plate with goat cheese–I was an ovo-lacto vegetarian for nine years–and I walked past velvet ropes in my velvet getup… and I thought, this is what it’s all about. I never want to leave this sparkling city where people don’t eat; they dine. Where people don’t dance; they club. And then I grew up and moved into the city and thought, what the hell was I thinking? A vegetarian for nine years? Girl, you crazy. Gotham Bar & Grill has exceptional seared foie gras (as evil and wrong as it is).

Gramercy Tavern: Lunch at the bar is usually my go-to move, my power move. I love cozying up to that bar and judging the cheese out of people. I imagine the peculiar details of their lives, assess their dietary decisions, size them up based on their grape of choice. Plus, I live to drop an eaves. It’s not on their menu, but they always have it, and it’s not to be missed: Dessert Caviar.

Italian Wine Merchant: I never find good wine in Texas. I’m a big fat fan of Italian Wine Merchants and plan on shipping us a few bottles.

Um, or scrap that. Phil wants me to hit Il Postino with him. I can eat a small something there, no?

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Comments

  1. Get thee a few sticky buns at Momofuko Ssam bar on 13th and 2nd. So good.

  2. ‘Power move?’ are you serious?
    And yes, you judge people and it’s fun to assess but they are silently judging you too.

  3. Yes, eating foi gras is evil and wrong…

    “To produce foi gras, male ducks are force-fed six to seven pounds of grain three times a day with an air-driven feeder tube. This torturous process goes on for 28 days until the ducks’ livers, from which the pate is made, bloat to six to 12 times their normal size. About 10 percent of the ducks don’t make it to slaughter. They die when their stomachs burst.”

  4. Ohhh – share your wine finds, please. Texas is indeed lacking that group.

  5. I’ve been wondering since I started reading your site: why were you a vegetarian in the first place? Nine years seems a long time for a dietary whim, and yet whenever you mention it, you seem to have no moral qualms about meat. I was actually musing on this the other day, and since you mentioned it, I thought I’d ask.

  6. No hotdogs at Gray’s Papaya? That would be on my list…along with rainbow cookies thank you very much. I haven’t had one in what, five years? Ridiculous. Maybe they’ll have ’em in Florida. I should be so lucky.

  7. I love Il Postino (and there’s not much that’s little there)!
    Did you go? What did you think?

  8. Your Gramercy Tavern hobby hits home – now I wonder if people have ever caught my Tribe and I around town and imagined details about our lives, not knowing (or perhaps later finding!) it’s all on my food blog. I also love your eating through New York method. I still live here, but if I ever leave (http://www.kimberlybelle.com/2008/10/san-fran-fucking-cisco.html), I plan to employ it on return visits! If you have time, swing by L’Artusi for exceptional fare: crudo, pasta, amazing braised octopus!

  9. Your Gramercy Tavern hobby hits home – now I wonder if people have ever caught my Tribe and I around town and imagined details about our lives, not knowing (or perhaps later finding!) it’s all on my food blog. I also love your eating through New York method. I still live here, but if I ever leave (http://www.kimberlybelle.com/2008/10/san-fran-fucking-cisco.html), I plan to employ it on return visits! If you have time, swing by L’Artusi in the West Village for some exceptional fare: crudo, pasta, the best braised octopus!

  10. I take it (I think I saw a picture from their site on here a while ago) you’re checking out the new DBGB? I’ve heard good things.

  11. At Thessayist we believe that “It is not what we get., rather what we contribute… that gives meaning to our lives.”

  12. Hey, found your site by accident doing a search on Google but I’ll definitely be returning. As for your post… I will agree with a lot of what you’ve said but wouldn’t it be just as easy to move on? I mean why muddle with your quality of life if you don’t have to?

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