how the heck have i been sleeping on this fantastic eatery/bar just a mere two blocks from my apartment? i walk by it nearly every day and wonder, “should i eat here?” all the reviews i’ve heard from friends were in the realm of “great food, shitty service” which i let deter me. well fuck off, was i ever wrong!
lesley and i met up and had an impromptu and absolutely delightful dinner at the bar. i loved that my chamomile tea was served in a giant beer stein, and the leaves were loose, but tightly bundled into a cheesecloth sack that floated at the top of the hot water like a body bag. we shared a meat/cheese plate that was drizzled with honey and accompanied by some unknown sweet candied substance that really enhanced the salty sting of the meat and the pistachio-tinged flavor of the cheese.
i was starving and the special of the grilled lamb tenderloin seemed like a fine foil. served with heirloom turnips and beets, deep fried chickpeas and sauteed greens, it had a peppery bite. a bit heavy on the salt but nicely seasoned, though i was left craving something sweet, which is unusual as i am not a fan of sugar.
but sugar we had by finishing with a perfect serving of pot du creme.
“how are you not 300 pounds?” lesley wondered as we destroyed the chocolate dessert with our spoons. “i’m getting there,” i replied.
if you’re looking for a romantic, dimly lit restaurant for modern american cuisine or merely a place to have a spot of tea or a draught of beer with friends, this is your place!
i think i’ve found the place to celebrate my 32nd birthday. hello roebling tea room!
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