Posted 16 October 2008 - 08:14 PM
When I sat down at the bar to wait for my inevitably late date, I was told that I couldn't have the absinthe aperitif I had ordered because they didn't have the featured pine ice cubes. I immediately thought, "I was right! They won't have most of that huge menu! It can't be done!"
That turned out to be wrong. Once we got to the dining room, there was never a hint that anything on that huge menu (although slightly edited -- I didn't notice that warm sardine salad with the cloud) was unavailable.
The dining room is, as you already know, Danube's dining room. Except with the walls painted white. And the lights turned WAY up (until, at around 9:30, they mysteriously dimmed -- much better). And a much more raucus noise level from the guests. And rock music in the background.
I personally didn't think it worked that well -- but that's because I'd frequented, and loved, the Danube room, of which this is a pale reflection/slight desecration. My date, on the other hand -- who'd never been to Danube -- thought it was just great. (She also immediately got the name of the restaurant -- but then she's an art historian.)
Service was horrible. It's perhaps unfair to complain about service the second week in, but somehow we expect more even from the notoriously discombobulated Bouley organization. The hostess's disappearance when we were ready to be seated, the long waits to get a server's attention to take orders, and then the long waits for food were annoying. And our waiter, cute though he was, was clueless. We each had to repeat our orders several times, and when I unthinkingly referred to the baby goat as kid, he had know idea what I was talking about.
So maybe you're thinking this is going to be a pan.
You're wrong.
Forget -- as people couldn't forget about Benoit -- that this is a Bouley restaurant. Think of it as a mid-priced brasserie opening downtown. At a price point whose center of gravity is below $30, you've got to at least like it, if not love it.
I started with a sweetbread terrine. I thought it was very good -- but apparenty I don't know anything about charcuterie and will happily eat anything that's gooky and fatty and molded into a square.
I then had the roast kid . . . oops, baby goat. This comes in a big black skillet, with potatoes under the meat, which is served as chops and as pieces of other parts. Excellent quality goat meat, excellent butchering, very well prepared. Don't get me wrong: it wasn't transporting. But especially at its price (in the low 30s), it was very very very good. A satisfying plate of meat.
My date had the roast lobster. The menu described it as being "rubbed" with lemon thyme and grapefruit powder, but instead it came in a light but slightly gloppy cream sauce featuring those flavors. This was by far the most Bouleyesque item either of us ordered. While it wasn't as good as the like dishes at Bouley Upstairs, it was nevertheless good.
Desserts are French classics, often mildly tweaked (usually to add extra fruit or coconut -- so this is David Bouley after all). The ice creams and sorbets that came with our desserts (and could also be ordered on their own) were notably good.
I had expected them to try to make back the low food prices with the wine. But no. The list, while not fabulous, is not unambitious -- and the center of gravity is well below $100. Plenty of good choices in the $40-$50 range. Just right for the place.
You can't judge a place with a menu this vast on one visit. But what we had was good enough to make me conclude that further patronage and exploration is warranted. In fact, I can't wait to return. I hope it will remain possible to get seats at the bar.
Bar Loser