
Thursday, September 30, 2010
NYC: Prune
You know those moments when everyone around you -on the streets, on your subway car, in stores, on TV- is whispering the name of something supposedly phenomenal under their breaths like a codeword or a secret chant? Some hidden gem of a place so special and so heavily shroud in mystery that curiosity alone forces you to find and experience its pure genius once and for all? Pruuuune. Pruuuune. Pruuuuuune.
Ghost of Mary - Like a traditional Bloody Mary, but night time cocktail form. All the thick bloody mary mix had been strained out, leaving its savory, salty essence behind and supplementing lost volume with added vodka.
Roasted marrow bones, parsley salad, sea salt. There's no other way to describe this than: animal butter. Incredible.
Whole grilled bronzini with black peppercorns, fennel oil, thyme, lemon, and gros sel. Mmm so simple.

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