Hello from New York City!
We decided to come into the city on kind of a family vacation - sorry about not contacting the New York natives, but there was always the possibility that the whole thing might become a big domestic tragedy scene, so better to restrict the sphere. So far, it has gone better than we had any right to expect. We've dressed in many layers (very cold here right now) and done much walking)
On Thursday, we went to see
Becky Shaw off-Broadway (yeah, about a half a block off). It's kind of a family study, kind of a comedy, and very enjoyable. The theatre is very nice, everybody close to the action, no amplification needed and no lines missed because of it. It had a couple of people that we gauche tv-watchers knew: Kelly Bishop, from
Gilmore Girls, essentially doing a variant of Emily Gilmore but doing it well; Emily Bergl, from
Gilmore Girls and
Men in Trees (yes we watched that, what's your point-?), showing decent range and surprising sexiness; and Annie Parissi, one of the more forgettable
Law and Order eye-candy DAs, definitely stretching her acting chops. The material was interesting, the performances were effective, the dialogue was a bit heavy, but it was a fun experience for all three of us, even giving us much post-play discussion points.
Yesterday, we walked from midtown up to the American Museum of Natural History, wandering through Central Park to get there. Saw much interesting anthropological stuff, the same old biological stuff, and the walk-through Butterfly Conservatory exhibit. On the way back, we left The Boy in a block of music stores, and much enjoyment derived from his being able to try out multiple instruments (no drum sets, alas).
Many of you know that Sara is a
Top Chef junkie, and her favorite contestant, Harold Dieterle (the one who always had a pencil behind his ear), has opened a restaurant in Greenwich Village. We took out a second mortgage and went last night, curious to see whether all of those weird ingredients really did produce "great flavor profiles."
They do. Definitely one of the best meals I've ever had. We each ordered different appetizers, entrees, and desserts, and we got two side dishes, and shared. You might want to open a tab with the menu for reference...
http://www.perillanyc.com/index.php?page=menus&sec_id=265Appetizer: I got the spicy duck meatballs. They were spicy in an odd way, I guess in a way to make the point but not shut down the taste - the heat hit well after the flavor, subsided with each bite, then returned just after it was all gone. What must have been the mint cavatelli (there was no mint, though, so maybe that should be
mini-?) were really good, too. The Boy got the scallops and had to be talked into sharing a bit, so that tells you something. Sara got Pork Belly (it had just been discussed on the show too many times to resist), which were so great she almost got them for dessert.
Entree: I got game hen wrapped in bacon. Really really good, and the other bits were so exotic that I couldn't tell you what was what other than the chestnuts. The Boy got duck breast, which was also excellent, and the gooseberries were the sweetest berries I've ever tasted - almost reminiscent of
Life Saver candies, and I can't quite decide if they were too sweet. Sara got hanger steak, which may be the best piece of beef I have ever tasted.
Sides: The Boy was resistant to the idea of risotto, but ate most of it. I liked it, Sara was not a fan. The spaghetti squash was good, and the squash, chives, and almonds definitely produced an interesting flavor profile.
Desserts:
http://www.perillanyc.com/index.php?page=menus&sec_id=267 The weakest course, and oddly the biggest portions (a lot was left behind, which rarely happens at a table where both I and The Boy are eating). I got the sticky toffee pudding, which seemed more like a cake that a pudding, and was okay. Sara got the vanilla-scented donuts, which were good, but the apple filling was more vanilla, and the pumpkin bavarian cream was like a weird pumpkin filling - whipped cream combo. Not bad, but very odd. And four doughnuts were a lot. The Boy got pear sorbet - they were four half-pear-shaped things that were, well, the closest I can come is apple crisp. The outside was semi-hardened and the inside definitely flavored like a crisp. Good, but not what you expect from a sorbet.
Ambiance - like most stuff in New York, was a long, narrow space, booths on one side, a bar and tables on the other. Pretty dark. Attractive wait staff (Sara suspects some minimum qualification is in effect), but
very attractive clientele - I suspect a lot of early dates were being conducted. Across from our table was seated what might be the prettiest girl I have ever seen in person, and there were many more (The Boy liked the Jessica-Biel-type at the next table).
The bill - anyone want to buy a kidney? But we did get there and back by subway, which says...something.
Today it's off to the Metropolitan Museum of Art (on foot, if we can get The Boy some new walking shoes) and something adventurous but less pricey for dinner.