Friday, May 16, was a miserable, dreary and rainy day ~ more like early April than mid-May. Due to rising gasoline prices, I was trekking into NYC via NJ Transit ~ not a pleasant experience toting luggage on wheels. I was meeting my dear friend from Milwaukee whom I have known since fifth grade. She was returning to Scottsdale, AZ from South Africa, having been that country's guest as a high-end travel consultant. We had not seen each other in more than 20 years until she had come through New York two weeks earlier, where for one night, we met for drinks and dinner. At that time, she invited me to join her in NY for the weekend, with specific requests. She wanted to go to Gray Kunz's new restaurant, Grayzand to Daniel Boulud's DB Bistro. Being the foodie that I am and somewhat connected, the reservations were my job; she would get theatre tickets. Well, Gray Kunz is a friend of mine, so I opted to make reservations at Grayz for Friday night. Gray would not be there as he was in Madrid for his daughter's graduation. However, he generously and thoughtfully sent several special tastings to our table. Unfortunately, I couldn't photograph these specials as I was fumbling in the semi-dark dining room with my daughter's borrowed camera. I did manage to shoot my friend's entree, a succulent pair of weisswurst with a soft pretzel and a hearty dollop of hot grain mustard ~ the pretzel was unlike any I have ever tasted ~ soft pillow-like on the inside enveloped in a tasty, ligthly salted crust.
To start, she had a spicy cauliflower potage perfectly seasoned with cumin, coriander, cinnamon and clove ~ and the cauliflower flavor was quite subtle and delicious. For my entree, I had a moist filet of halbut cushioned on a lightly spiced red pepper and eggplant coulis evoking flavors of Asian cuisine. Our table decoration was also Asian-influenced,simply a clear round vase with one magnificent Calla Lily rising above the rim while its lengthy stem was artfully coiled in the vase. So beautiful ~ so elegant! Located in an historic townhouse once owned by the Rockefeller family at 13-15 West 54th Street, the dining room is reminiscent of an exclusive club decorated in warm earthy tones of wood with brick walls and softly lit fixtures reflected in mirrored accents throughout.
Saturday, we started out late morning with all good intentions of visiting MOMA before going to the theatre to see "Cry Baby." However, there was a lively street fair on Sixth Avenue and we could not resist the bargains. My friend did detour into a leather accessories shop and cleverly negotiated a beautiful handbag down from $450 to $300 ~ no wonder she is a great travel consultant! We managed to get to MOMA right about lunchtime, visit the museum bookshop and head to The Modern for lunch, Danny Meyer's restaurant at MOMA. What a culinary treasure! We ate in the bar room surrounded with spectacular floral arrangements.
These gorgeous calla lilies welcome guests into the spectacular bar room and dining room, which opens onto a beautiful garden.
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Wild mushroom potage with roasted chorizo ravioli
was the first course choice of my friend. The previous night at dinner, she had politely told me that she did not like to share her food, although she did allow me a bite of the delicious pretzel. As she swooned over the intense melange of mushrooms in a base of mushroom puree slightly thinned with cream, not wanting to be slapped with a soup spoon, I waited patiently for her to offer a taste. She did, and the flavors of the mushrooms just burst with woodsy, earthy flavors on my palate. The barrier broken, she offered me a chorizo ravioli, which I divided in half as I hadn't tasted my selection, grilled shrimp with a cabbage and gruyere cheese salad. The ravioli was roasted to perfect crispiness with paper-thin slices of chorizo on top ~ a perfect accompaniment to the potage. My artfully presented entree was replete with four jumbo-size grilled shrimp complemented by a blend of julienned green cabbage and gruyere cheese in a light, savory vinaigrette. Second course for my friend was a veal and goat cheese terrine in a watercress coulis lightly speckled with harrissa pepper oil. It was a very light dish with mild flavors co-mingling gently to enhance each ingredient. Our server, Anthony was an amazing attendant, totally knowledgeable about all the items on the menu ~ honest in his recommendations and surprisingly well informed as to the ingredients in all the dishes we had, with one exception which he quickly found the answer to. That was in the dessert that he had strongly suggested we try, and are we happy we listened to him! The dessert was to die for ~ and, I never have or rarely have dessert. The died and gone to heaven dessert is: Beignets with maple ice cream, caramel sauce and mango marmalade ~ the warm beignets are nestled in a napkin, the scoop of maple ice cream is in a small ramekin-type cup, as are the caramel sauce and the mango marmalade. As Anthony explained, we could mix and blend however we wished. The beignets, better than any served in New Orleans, were warm soft pillows of sweetness tinted lightly with rum; maple was intense in the ice cream, as was mango in the marmalade and the caramel sauce was pure caramel ~ absolutely divine ~ a dessert I will remember always. As I will Anthony ~ what a fantastic server ~ oh, the ingredient he had to find the answer to ~ rum in the dessert ~ we thought it was in the ice cream. He told us, it was in the beignet. Anyone visiting New York, should definitely visit Modern and, if you can, ask for Anthony's table!
Because we had such first class service at The Modern, we could leisurely taxi over to The Marriott Marquis Hotel where the Marquis Theatre is located. "Cry Baby" is a fabulous rock and rolling production circa 1950's about a squeaky clean country club teen who falls for an Elvis-like rocker from the other side of the tracks. The set design and choreography were phenomenal. What totally caught my attention beyond the drama of dance and design were the lyrics. The songwriters truly tipped the cutting edge of being hysterically funny, ingeniously clever and slightly bawdy. Up for several Tony awards, this play is a "must see" if you are visiting New York. Oh, a tip ~ my friend, the ingenious travel consultant, managed to negotiate a substantially lower ticket price by bringing up the state of our economy. If you enjoy bargaining, go for it ~ you may save yourself a significant amount of money.
After the theatre we sauntered back up Sixth Avenue where my friend bargained once again for gifts to take home ~ pashmina/silk scarves and beaded evening bags ~ she came out way ahead! Dragging her off from her bargainings, I took her to the Time Warner Building where we enjoyed cocktails at Cafe Gray ( due to close on June 28). After one leisure cocktail, we quickly retreated to the Park Lane to refresh, change clothes and head out to Daniel Boulud's db Bistro for a 7:30pm reservation. Cabs were as scarce as camels on the FDR. I called to alert the restaurant we were stuck waiting for our very agressive doorman to land a taxi ~ which he did after a half hour wait. Arriving at db Bistro at 8:05, the host was most gracious about our delay.
However, when we arrived at our table, tightly situated elbow to elbow on a banquette, the perky young lady at the next table greeted me with the fact that I would have to move if she had to go to the Ladies Room. Not exactly the welcome one would expect at any of Daniel Boulud's fine restaurants. However, the server was very polite and attentive and, once we had ordered, suggested how we should be served. I was having two appetizer specials and my friend was having the original db hamburger ~ a blend of sirloin filled with braised short rib, fois gras and black truffles on a Parmesan bun with pommes frites. I was having the Chef's Alsatian Tarte Flambee with fromage blanc, bacon and onions and Tuna Tartare. Unfortunately, all of the three Specialites de la Maison were disappointing and surprisingly without much flavor. There was no hint of truffle or fois gras in the hamburger, and the Tarte Flambee and Tuna Tartare were dishes I could have made with more flavor and interest in my own kitchen. Daniel Boulud's db Bistro fell well short of our expectations and was extremely pricey as well.
Our evening ended a few steps west at The Algonquin Hotel for a nightcap. Matilda, the umpteenth generation of legendary cats-in-residence greeted us purr-fectly at the door, then went into hiding in the luggage room when I wanted to stroke her silky coat. It was a perfect weekend, ending with a wonderfully reminiscent evening in an old stomping ground with a wonderful old friend.