Our reservation was timed perfectly at dusk so we had a nice view of Central Park as it slowly got dark. I thought it was very romantic.
We got a very private table, looking at everyone else and away from most of the foot traffic.
The caviar supplement was worth every penny!
The brioche is taken away even if it's only half-eaten to make sure guests always have the 'optimal' temperature for the foie gras! Yes, it's excessive and yes, you'll feel a bit guilty for such indulgence.
The foie gras with volcanic salt is the best we've ever had. Ever!
The steak will be my last meal before I die, given a choice.
The private tour of the kitchen was such a nice touch.
What can be improved:
I thought the the service at Eleven Madison Park is slightly better and friendlier.
Please serve the langoustine dish a la Le Bernardin!
Please make a truffle dish like Guy Savoy but don't make it a supplement.
Please let each guest bring home the leftover mignardises and chocolate
selection. It's a one small request considering I had to give up
shopping for two pairs of Louboutins to have this dinner.
Forget about Open Table for reservation. Use a concierge service or know someone that has access to one!
It's dressier than Eleven Madison Park or Le Bernardin. Ladies wearing cocktail dresses will fit just right in.
with the foie gras. We had ours eaten by itself, with the brioche,
with the different salts, with the brioche and salt. Then at the end,
we each picked a favorite and told our server about it.
Ask for the salt not to be taken away and try it with the steak. One word of caution: mind blowing!
Research your preferred wine pairings using their own iPad app, it's
fun! I enjoyed that better than talking to the snooty sommelier.
If you're friendly to the servers, they will explain with much more gusto about each course and how its prepared. It was way better than listening to their standard scripted spiel.
Relax and enjoy the food! I can't help but notice a few diners that
night that were too stiff as if they were acting in a period drama.
should have waited to eat here after we've been through most of the
other Michelin-starred restaurant. Now, everywhere else we go seemed
fast food-ish in comparison. Our foodie future is doomed, and the only
redemption would be to go back.
On Me: Escada LBD, tweed jacket, Trina Turk for Banana Republic clutch
Last week, I met a friend for sushi.
But it wasn't your everyday sushi meet-up kinda thing.
We were two friends from Manila, now living in Minnesota and Virginia,
traveling for work in Central America and North Carolina,
and meeting up in Atlanta for a quick 10-minute sushi in between our layovers.
Yes, the story of my life of constant traveling is the same story as a few
of my friends'. And most of our conversations are around
airline status, hotel status, mile accruals and
whining for weeks on the rare occasion we don't get upgraded.
Such entitled and elitist air travelers we are sometimes.
I wish a treatment exist for a disorder such as ours.
DRESS: Cheta B sheath dress
ACCESSORIES: Michael Michael Kors black skinny belt