An homage to home-cooked Southern Italian Cuisine- Review of Max

BY ELENA MANCINI

51 Avenue B (btwn. 34rd. & 4th. Streets)
East Village / Alphabet City
212-539-0111 / www.max-ny.com
Cash only

Interior of Max, East Village, NYC

Interior of Max, East Village, NYC

As with many traditional ethnic cultures, generations of Southern Italians have grown up both venerating and taking the homecooked meals prepared by their mothers and grandmothers for granted. Far from being blase’ about the dishes of his hometown of Potenza (located in the southern region of Basilicata, approx. one hour south of Naples) for granted, Executive Chef Luigi Iasilli transformed that veneration for the food he grew up with into a concept that would allow him to faithfully preserve and share the recipes of his childhood. This concept was realized in 2000 with Max, a cozy, low-key restaurant on the fringes of the East Village, when it was still a low rent neighborhood for Manhattan standards. Since then, much has changed, but not the driving principles behind the restaurant.

Max takes its name from a magazine that captivated Iasilli’s imagination as a young man. The stories and images of American life in the eighties featured in Max, had instilled themselves in Iasilli’s mind, and led him to pursue his own American dream in Manhattan. While Iasilli has opened other restaurants in Manhattan since this original Max, including another Max on Duane St. in Tribeca and a brief venture as with In Vino Wine Bar in 2004, he has no intention of jumping on the latest Manhattan restauranteur trend and transforming his sweet, affordable trattoria into a temple of haute Italian cuisine.  For Iasilli, Max is about authenticity, staying true to his roots and serving food takes care of both his patrons wallets and their liver.  Dinner entrees range from  $ 9.95 – $14.95. It’s an old formula, but one that works and keeps everybody happy.

Luigi Iasilli, Executive Chef and Owner of Max, NYC

Luigi Iasilli, Executive Chef and Owner of Max, NYC

Casual and homey,  Max brings Italian comfort food made from premiere quality imported ingredients to neighborhood folk, foodies and the diverse group of people that constitute its following over the years. Max has also been known to be a culinary oasis for celebrities seeking shelter from the limelight. Lady Gaga has gone on the record in Outraveler about Max being the best Italian restaurant in New York.

From its intimate rustic, candlelit interior, complete with chalkboard menu, exposed brick and unclothed tables to the welcoming presence of its hosts and serving staff, and the accessible menu, Max exudes the warmth of a Southern Italian home where perhaps mamma and nonna have tag-teamed all morning to fastidiously prepare each dish to each child’s specific taste and liking and shrug off any attention directed to their efforts with “Ahhh, what,… this? It was nothing.”

A meal at Max’s begins promptly with bread service– a basket of crusty Italian bread and a small bowl of salsetta, a cold savory sauce made from pureed fillet of tomato, garlic, olive oil and black olives for dipping. During my last visit, appetizers followed with a platter of Crostino Toscano a serving of Melanzane A Funghetto. The crostini were toasted rounds of Tuscan bread spread with a thin patina of chicken liver pate’. The pate’ was creamy and had a subtle gamy flavor. It was enough to awaken the appetite. However, it was the Melanzane A Funghetto, normally served as a contorno, or a side dish, that really got the appetite roaring.

This eggplant dish is one that I’ve watched both my Neapolitan mother and grandmother prepare countless times growing up,  and dinner at Max’s was the first time that I’ve ever seen it on a menu. It’s composed of cubed, peeled Italian eggplants (cut the size of small mushrooms; hence funghetto), sauteed in tomato sauce garlic and basil, and topped with a generous coat of 18 month aged Parmiggiano Reggiano. The eggplants were perfectly seedless and not stringy and the tomato sauce was naturally sweet, balanced by a hint of acidity, and the texture was thick puree. the flavors melded together harmoniously and emerged boldly in their simplicity. Fresh, tender orbs of Mozzarella di Bufala supplied weekly by a small Italian dairy producer near the city of Salerno topped off the appetizer course. The mozzarelle were light and delicately spongy in texture and had the rich, velvety creaminess that is characteristic of genuine Bufala. A glass of corpulent De Leonardi Piano del Moro Aglianico estate complemented this delicious course.

While the menu features a full range of courses and a balance between meats, fish and vegetarian dishes, the pastas are the real showstoppers here. So much so that coming here without trying the pasta would be tantamount to traveling to New York for the first time without visiting Manhattan. Don’t forgo it. There are many to chose from and having tried sampled an array of them, it would be impossible to make a wrong choice here.

My personal pasta favorites are the  Lasagne Fatte In Casa and the Fettucine al Sugo Toscano. The lasagne pose somewhat of a departure for me, as I typically prefer rapidly prepared pasta dishes with simple, pan-sauteed sauces to baked pasta dishes,. But Max’s lasagne made me wish time could stand still, and leave me to savor  the delicious, supple flavors and textures of this consummate marriage of proteins and carbs dish just a little longer. As I consumed the last morsel of this generously portioned rich dish, I understood the accolades that other food critics had poured on this dish and why. The lasagne are prepared with fresh lasagna noodles made and supplied by Dolce Amore, a Brooklyn-based, family-run company that hails from Naples, mozzarella, minced beef,  a thin layer of bechamel sauce,  a hint of clove and the seductively flavorful tomato sauce made with organic peel tomatoes that Iasilli imports from Italy. The Fettucine al Sugo Toscano are also prepared with fresh noodles, cooked al dente with a thick, veal tomato ragu sauce that sticks to the fettucine. The meat flavors in the sauce add richness and depth to the tomato sauce. The gnocchi alla Sorrentino, made with gnocchi from Max’s kitchen is also a winning dish and a traditional Southern Italian crowdpleaser.

Though more marginally, since tomato sauce is king here, cream sauce pastas are also represented at Max’s. The special of the day that I sampled featured a delicious porcini ravioli with truffle cream sauce. While a completely different taste, this dish could go toe to toe with the ones mentioned above for ingredient quality, execution and flavor.

As far as entrees go, I particularly enjoyed the Filetto di Baccala al Forno. A thick, crusty  slice of cod lightly seasoned with Mediteranean herbs  served with a side of creamy mashed potatoes and mesclun salad. It’s an excellent departure from the pastas.  If you are looking for a rich, wintry dish, try the polpettone. This rich tender roll of minced beef covered with tomato sauce is essentially a sumptuously moist oblong  meatball. Served  with a side of pancetta potato gratin, it will help you brave the elements of the Northern hemisphere while exalting your taste buds.

While it’s doubtful that you’ll have any  room left for dessert, Max’s dessert card offers popular favorites including Tiramisu’, panna cotta, and creme brulee.

Max is a destination for those in search of comfort, affordability and a truly rewarding culinary experience. It also features an extensive list of Italian wines with a balanced selection from Northern and Southern Italy. Bottles range from the mid-twenty dollar range to one hundred and eighty dollars. By the glass, most wines are under ten dollars.

Reservations are strongly recommended. For the warmer months, reserve a table in Max’s attractive outdoor garden.

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NYC loves meatballs – Review of The Meatball Shop

BY CAROLYN ONOFREY

The Meatball Shop
84 Stanton Street
Lower East Side
212-982-8895/themeatballshop.com

A cranberry and turkey delight at The Meatball Shop

A cranberry and turkey delight at The Meatball Shop

On a Wednesday night, The Meatball Shop is packed.  In fact, nearly every night of the week The Meatball Shop is packed.  The Meatball Shop has one simple concept: meatballs. With options, (but not too many) you can mix and match your favorite meats and sauces to create your ultimate comfort food meal for minimal cost in a trendy Lower East Side restaurant.

After our 15 minute wait outside the crowded restaurant, my guest and I entered the homey low-lit restaurant complete with vintage photographs of someone’s family lining the walls.  Our ditsy waitress was nice enough as she explained the special for the night, a turkey meatball served Thanksgiving-style with stuffing and cranberry sauce and when asked for her opinion, gladly told us which balls and sauces topped her list.

Three silders at The Meatball Shop

Three silders at The Meatball Shop

We ended up ordering the turkey meatball special and the sliders ($3 ea) (a good way to try a variety of flavors).  Our dinner came out quickly, and we dug in.  The turkey meatballs with homemade cranberry sauce were everything that Thanksgiving should be.  The tart cranberries with the mellow meatballs, creamy gravy, and fresh thyme put a smile on our faces as we were aching for just one more bite.  The sliders, a single meatball with a bit of sauce soaked up by the buns that housed them were a bit dry, the standout of the three being the classic beef meatball with a simple tomato sauce.  Although I was wishing for more sauce, the quality of the locally sourced ingredients and the great thought put into each detail of, not only the menu but also the décor was as evident as the owners were, manning the bar and the takeout counter.

For dessert we tried the homemade chocolate chip cookie ice cream sandwich ($4) with house-made vanilla ice cream.  The simple sandwich alone would keep me coming back to The Meatball Shop with the flavors and textures being on point and not too sweet.  Even though it may have not been the most practical to eat, the cookies being much too hard for the ice cream, the sandwich was an absolute delight.

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A champagne cocktail to get the New Year's Eve party started…

Recipe courtesy of Marc Forgione – 134 Reade Street; marcforgione.com @MarcForgione

Black Mission Fig Mimosa, Walnut Liqueur, Crushed Hazelnuts

Black Mission Fig Mimosa, Walnut Liqueur, Crushed Hazelnuts

Ring in the New Year with this special champagne cocktail from Iron Chef Marc Forgione. Try it at home or stop by the restaurant to pair this farm-to-table cocktail with one of Chef Forgione’s signature entrees. Complete this luscious cocktail in a tall champagne flute rimmed with honey and crushed hazelnuts for an extra special touch!

Black Mission Fig Mimosa, Walnut Liqueur, Crushed Hazelnuts

For fig syrup:

4 quarts halved Black Mission Figs

4 quarts water

1/2 cup sugar

Cook all ingredients on high temperature for 45 minutes until reduced by half. Strain and cool.

For cocktail:

1 1/2 oz Fig Syrup

3 1/2 oz Cava

Rinse of walnut liqueur

Honey

Crushed Hazelnuts

Rinse champagne flute with walnut liqueur. Dip half of the flute rim in honey and crushed hazelnuts. Add fig syrup and then fill with Cava.

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A champagne cocktail to get the New Year’s Eve party started…

Recipe courtesy of Marc Forgione – 134 Reade Street; marcforgione.com @MarcForgione

Black Mission Fig Mimosa, Walnut Liqueur, Crushed Hazelnuts

Black Mission Fig Mimosa, Walnut Liqueur, Crushed Hazelnuts

Ring in the New Year with this special champagne cocktail from Iron Chef Marc Forgione. Try it at home or stop by the restaurant to pair this farm-to-table cocktail with one of Chef Forgione’s signature entrees. Complete this luscious cocktail in a tall champagne flute rimmed with honey and crushed hazelnuts for an extra special touch!

Black Mission Fig Mimosa, Walnut Liqueur, Crushed Hazelnuts

For fig syrup:

4 quarts halved Black Mission Figs

4 quarts water

1/2 cup sugar

Cook all ingredients on high temperature for 45 minutes until reduced by half. Strain and cool.

For cocktail:

1 1/2 oz Fig Syrup

3 1/2 oz Cava

Rinse of walnut liqueur

Honey

Crushed Hazelnuts

Rinse champagne flute with walnut liqueur. Dip half of the flute rim in honey and crushed hazelnuts. Add fig syrup and then fill with Cava.

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How to Ring in 2011 in New York City…

Marc Forgione – 134 Reade Street – 212.941.9401 – www.marcforgione.com

New Year’s Eve Dinner with Iron Chef Marc Forgione. Two Seatings. Two Great Meals.

First Seating (Menu Attached: Marc Forgione NYE 2011 1st) – $95

5:30PM-7:00PM

5 Courses

Gala Seating (Menu Attached: Marc Forgione NYE 2011 2nd) – $165

9PM

6 Courses

Glass of Champagne at Midnight

DJ

Brother Jimmy’s – 212.244.3503 ext206 – www.brotherjimmys.com

Brother Jimmy’s BBQ & Bubbly New Year’s Eve 2011 (Flyer Attached: BroJs NYE 2011 Flyer)

No Cover, No Tickets, No Lines (NO FUSS!)

Just Come On In For a Grand Ol’ Time

Cash Bar All Day and All Night

7PM – Midnight $3 Drafts of Bud & Bud Light (excluding 3rd Avenue location – 1644 Third Avenue)

Champagne Toast at Midnight

Great Music, Great Southern BBQ and Great Times to Ring in the New Year!

Mel’s Burger Bar – 2850 Broadway – 212.865.7100 – www.melsburgerbar.com

Family Friendly New Year’s Eve at Mel’s Burger Bar. For all those families looking to avoid New Years Eve madness in New York City.

Kids Under 12 Eat Free from 6PM-Closing

Free Champagne Toast for Mom & Dad at Midnight

Sparkling Cider Toast for Kids at Midnight

The 40/40 Club – 6 West 25th Street & Broadway – 212.832.4040 – www.4040club.com

Come Out and Celebrate New Year’s Eve at Jay-Z’s 40/40 Club. One of the Hottest Spots in New York City!

Advanced Tickets: $60, Entry into the club, Midnight Toast, Party Favors

Advanced VIP Tickets: $95, Entry into the club, 5 Hour Premium Open Bar (9PM-2AM), Passed Hors D’Oeuvres, Midnight Champagne Toast, Party Favors

Private Booths & Rooms Available for Parties

New Year’s Eve Dinner Menu including 120z Dry Edge Porterhouse, Surf & Turf, Stuff Chicken Breast, Jumbo Shrimp Scampi & Pasta (Menu Attached: 40 40 NYE Menu 2011)

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Two fabulous takes on Christmas Eve feasting

Two excellent ways to celebrate Christmas Eve sans apron this year:

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Almond is located in Manhattan’s Flatiron District. For more information on Christmas Eve at Almond, click on the image above.

COLA’S HOLIDAY MENU

SPECIAL

Sicilian Seven Fishes for

Christmas Eve

($48 + tax +tip)

APPETIZER

GRILLED PORTUGUESE OCTOPUS AND FRESH SARDINES

PASTA

SPAGHETTINI VONGOLE: CLAMS & MUSSELS IN A WHITE WINE SAUCE

ENTRÉE

FRITO MISTO OF LOCAL FILET OF SOLE, JUMBO SHRIMP, AND CALAMARI

DESSERT

CHOICE OF CITRUS ANNESETTE CHEESECAKE

OR

COLA’S TIRAMISU

*INCLUDES A GLASS OF PROSECCO*

Cola is located in the heart of Chelsea on

148 8TH AVENUE (17th & 8th)

(212) 633-8020

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Oh Mama!…A Dominican feast for one and for all- Review of MamaJuana Cafe

BY CLAIRE McCURDY

247 Dyckman St (between Seaman Ave & Payson Ave)
Neighborhoods: Inwood, Washington Heights
(212) 304-1217 / mamajuanacafenyc.com/

New York, NY | Coral Gables, FL | Santo Domingo, DR.

Interior of MamaJuana, Inwood, NYC

Interior of MamaJuana, Inwood, NYC

MamaJuana Cafe

I decided to take my Swedish anthropologist friends to a new restaurant in my own neighborhood, Inwood, in northern Manhattan. – Mamajuana, a Dominican buffet style place has a very good local reputation.  This second time was the charm.  The conversation sparkled and so did the mimosas!

The name MamaJuana comes from a potent Dominican cocktail, of wood shavings and roots steeped in alcohol and honey.  Mamajuana, especially noted as an aphrodisiac, is reputed to cure everything from a toothache to a backache.   Not really a breakfast drink, so sadly we did not get a chance to savor this interesting brew. But the all you can drink mimosas were a pretty good substitute.

I was much struck by MamaJuana’s decorative properties (the bottled brew, not the restaurant).  The restaurant’s Spanish style décor, all twisted wrought iron and dark wood, was set off by bottles of the roots, and by Christmas globes and tinsel.   Not your typical decorator motif..  It’s doubtless unique, at least for the New York City location- (the other MamaJuanas are in Florida and in the DR itself.)  The effect is both festive and mysterious.

It’s a good thing I made reservations. We got there at noon sharp on a Sunday and had our pick of tables; by 1:00 the place was packed out.  Enticing aromas assailed us as we made our way to the table.  And the price was right too.  The buffet was approx. $18.00, all you can eat, complementing the all you can drink mimosas.

Although for a long while we were the only Anglos in the place, which sometimes makes for linguistic confusion, the service was fast, competent and friendly.  Excellent coffee and the mimosas just kept on coming.

The buffet featured a combination of Latino specialties such as rice and black beans and deep fried platanos and steak, and basic American breakfast fare such as French toast and bacon.  And crossover stuff like home fries. To be followed by green salad. And fruit salad or fresh grapes or muffins or brownies for dessert. This was not a low cholesterol spot, but both the chic and emaciated and the hearty eater could put together a very good meal.

We were happy diners, pleased to be having a fine Sunday brunch, satisfied with our food, and with good value for our money.

In short,   we had a wonderful time! Mamajuana was a smash!

Go, and get the brunch!

As we left, a young blonde couple asked us if we could direct them to Papasito’s.  We said, no, but try Mamajuana and the  $18.00 pris fixe.  They yelled “yeah!” and disappeared promptly inside.

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Keeping it classic – Review of the 21 Club NYC

BY CAROLYN ONOFREY

21 Club
21 West 52nd Street
Midtown West

212-582-7200/21club.com

The historic 21 Club had its grand opening on New Years Eve of 1930.  Today, the 21 Club stands as a New York City institution reminding us of the grandeur of the time, which is still as relevant today as it was in the 1930s. My boyfriend and I dined at the 21 Club before a showing of the Pee Wee Herman Show on Broadway.

We were seated in the Bar Room, where the 21 Club’s famous collection of sport and corporate memorabilia is showcased, hung from the ceiling. The sommelier greeted us promptly with their wine list, a collection of nearly 1,300 vinos.  He helped us find a bottle that would be to our liking; a Malbec for my boyfriend and one from the Rhone region in France for me, we requested that it be a good pairing with the 21 Club’s famous steak tartare that I knew in advance I would be ordering.

    Grilled calamari at 21 Club  Grilled calamari at 21 Club

Grilled calamari at 21 Club Grilled calamari at 21 Club

The $40 3 course, pre-theater prix-fixe menu we ordered was a steal, giving you a well rounded taste of what the 21 Club has to offer for the price of their “Speakeasy” Steak Tartare ($38).
The grilled calamari we ordered as an appetizer was light and fresh, when I finally realized the pickled cucumber was hidden under the lettuce leaf which cradled the nicely charred squid I was happy to discover it created a great pop of tangy flavor.  The horseradish-crusted salmon and steak tartare were the next courses.  Although prepared well and certainly tasty, the salmon was unmemorable.  I couldn’t wait to dig in to the huge portion of the tartare, served with a side of rye toast.  The tartare had a distinct horseradish taste and paired with the rye toast and mustard, I could have sworn I was digging in to a reuben sandwich.  The wine suggested by the sommelier was the perfect accompaniment to each bite, making the wine even easier to sip.

Steak tartare at 21 Club

Steak tartare at 21 Club


Our dessert was a to-die-for milk chocolate tart.  The smooth milk chocolate center melted in my mouth while the hint of toasted raspberry punctuated each bite just enough to keep the chocolate overload to a minimum. While we could have both easily gobbled up one each, sharing was what kept us wanting more instead of walking away with a stomach ache.

Milk Chocolate Tart at 21 Club

Milk Chocolate Tart at 21 Club


While the food at the 21 Club was certainly a pleasure to consume, the service is really what would keep me coming back.  It was impeccable from the moment we walked in and were greeted by the maitre d’, to the waiter showing me the way to the restroom without even having to ask. We were treated like royalty.

*You can still celebrate New Year’s Eve (and the 21 Club’s 81st birthday party) at the 21 Club.  For $175, start your night off with a 4 course prix-fixe feast and ring in the New Year with a champagne toast.

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Reach more New Yorkers this holiday season – Donate to Food Bank NYC

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Image from foodbanknyc.org - To donate, click on the image above.

It’s not to late to make a difference this holiday season.

In New York City, 1 in 5 people already rely on the Food Bank. With unemployment affecting so many this holiday season, the struggle to afford food threatens to overshadow the joy of the season for untold numbers of our neighbors.

This holiday season, your gift can help more New Yorkers — through December 31, FJC, a Foundation of Donor Advised Funds, is donating $1 for every $2 you give, up to $50,000. Please donate today and help make sure all New Yorkers are able to keep food on the table throughout the holidays.
Make a $25, $35 or $45 tax deductible, year-end gift now and help provide meals for a New Yorker in need!

Donate now by clicking on the image above.

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High-priced mediocrity- Review of Via Quadronno

BY CLAIRE McCURDY

VIA QUADRONNO
25 East 73rd. Street

between Madison & 5th Ave.
Upper East Side
, Manhattan
212.650.9880Fax: 212.650.9801 / Email: info@VQNYC.com
viaquadronno.com/press.html

Hours
Mon – Fri: 8am – 11pm
Sat: 9am – 11pm
Sun: 10am – 9pm

Interior of Via Quadronno

Interior of Via Quadronno

When I decided to invite to dinner my friends the anthropologists, in one of their yearly cameo appearances in New York, I chose the restaurant Via Quadronno.  It was close to their hotel. It had a reputation for fine food,  serving authentic Northern Italian fare.   Since I had recently been introduced to the joys of Irish pig-keeping, I was delighted to find the restaurant’s emblem was a sprightly flying pig, emblazoned on the wall directly opposite our table.  The restaurant explained:

“Mankind trained dogs and pigs to sniff for white truffles, assisting in the quest for this heavenly treat. Wild boars don’t need training: they instinctively know how to locate truffles, for they have been enjoying them for millennia. It is the boar’s nose for truffles that helped fuel his reputation as the undisputed gourmet of the animal kingdom

I should have had the sense to pay attention to this very broad hint that pork or bacon or ham would be the thing to shoot for at Via Quadronno.

But we were foolish, or let’s say I was foolish.  I was seduced by the convenience of the location, barely two blocks away from my friends’ hotel.  And by the brilliant flashing blue lights of their Christmas decorations—bright blue teardrops, lights set in trees, constantly appearing to drip and fall down the branches, brilliantly illuminating the place. It was just gorgeous, gorgeous. Of course, I reasoned, a place that pays this kind of attention to detail and presentation would also have only delicious specialties. We could hardly go wrong.

Well.  At first it was fine. We got a charming young waiter, evidently Italian, a weightlifter with amazing tattooed arms,  who was very eager to help us choose red wine and to urge us to go for a bottle as opposed to a series of glasses.  And the wine was delicious- a Montepulciano D’Abruzzo 2008 – as its blurb stated, it was “smooth with a lingering, slightly peppery finish. “  Bravo to the peppery finish!

We loved the wine.  And it fuelled our conversation.  We were determined to pay homage to the spirit of the flying pig overhead.

My friends, who had just spent time conducting anthropological interviews for a relief agency, with Central American disaster survivors, noted  that their local guides tended to be their cabdrivers, often the first point of contact for a foreigner.  Similarly, in Ethiopia,  as I said, my driver, a former colonel under Haile Selassie,  got us both out of a bad brush with the army, out in the desert ,  and continued to send me Christmas cards a decade after I had left.

But no matter how entertaining the conversation, the meal – minus pork, bacon or ham- was nearly a disaster. They wanted to love the food, so did I, but we couldn’t.

Luckily, I was the one who took the worst hit. (Or made the wrong choice.)   Gnocchi with pesto was the consistency of library paste, both the sauce and the filling, which quickly got cold and lifeless.   I could scarcely finish half of it — and I never turn down a good meal.  My friends also ate slowly and with evident hesitation- very uncharacteristic.  Signifying dissatisfaction.   One had the risotto, which she said, delicately, was nothing special;  her husband’s opinion of his petto di pollo was that it was a fair piece of chicken but nothing that should give the restaurant four stars.  It could have been lifted from the plates of a fair to middling diner.

Secondly, the wine! We were determined to enjoy ourselves, if not with the food, then with the wine. But, when we finished the first bottle the restaurant didn’t have a second bottle of the same vintage, and offered us a different kind, with a screw top.  We all felt uncomfortable with screw top bottles (especially at these prices), despite the fact that the wine was acceptable.

We wrapped up this dismal meal with some excellent butter cookies and cappuccinos, but this perfunctory dessert alone could not save the meal.

In sum: despite the lovely ambiance and the charming waiter, we spent a great deal too much on mediocre or bad food at this time.

If you’re a local, and you can navigate the menu and the timing of their freshly-cooked meals, grabbing the right time and entrée, you can undoubtedly get good food here.  But I found myself thinking of my dearly departed original neighborhood Twin Donuts, where a breaded chicken breast would be called the Chicken Don Blue (their version of Cordon Bleu; they also had a Veal Don Blue) and would cost a cool $5.95.    Now that’s a meal, and a deal.

Coda:  And on the homeward route to northern Manhattan., I relived the conversation. My cabdriver, a charming Nigerian named Mike, a student of New York history via the Encyclopedia of New York City and Gotham, was lively, funny, and very sharp.  He corrected me on points of local history such as the origins of the name Spuyten Duyvil.  A wonderful ride.   Even poor food could not entirely spoil this evening.

But don’t order the gnocchi!

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