I have not been paying my poor blog any attention for a few months now, and for that, I am terribly sorry. Here is an update:
I was in New York City two weeks ago with my Sister-In-Law Nina and we went to Anthony Bourdain's restaurant, Les Halles. Holy Toledo was it good. Everything about this was place was genius. From the minute we walked in I was impressed. Our table was not ready yet, so we sat at the bar where we talked to the bartender, whom might I add, knew everything about the menu. How awesome is that? He recommended what he thought would pair nicely with our wine of choice (Malbec) and gave a brief explanation of a few dishes. Then, a cook came over and enlightened us a little bit more, explaining to us what cut of meat we should try and how spectacular their Foie Gras is. We were so excited and ready to eat!!! We had only been there for fifteen minutes and were already in love.
The host came over just as we had sipped half our glasses, and walked us to our table. Pretty much immediately after we sat down, one of the two runners brought us fresh bread, butter and water! There was no moment of "Damn, I wish I had some bread" or "Man, after all this bread I could really use some water". Nope! No waiting was done at all because after we glanced at the menu, the waiter was over to tell us about the specials and answer my million questions about the menu. He was a bit of a bore, but hey, EVERYTHING can't be perfect. So, I ordered some ravioli for my appetizer - can't remember what kind of cheese was in them, but they were hands-down the best ravioli I have ever tried- and Nina chose the french onion soup - once again, no other french onion soup could top this-.
Now, I am aware that I sound a bit overly-impressed but I am telling you, this place was so smart. Everything had been thought through entirely, leaving nothing to be overlooked. About ten minutes after, our main courses arrived in all their glory. Crispy duck atop truffled potatoes and skirt steak with bearnaise sauce. I think that says it all. Mouth watering eat-me-all-up goodness. Safe to say that nothing was left on either of our plates and we were extremely satisfied. Of course, we couldn't pass on the creme brulee (who could?) and brought it back to the hotel for later (once again... the best). So, yes I can honestly say that the only thing I was not satisfied with was the fact that the meal had to end. I want to live in Les Halles.
