I must be in a good mood when I admit a Beatles allusion to a review title. But Noreetuh will make you happy; it's that kind of place. But what is it really? A Hawaiian restaurant? A little bit of upscale Manhattan on First Avenue? A wine geek haven? A casual restaurant-bar? Yes, yes, to all of those.
Chasing the zeitgeist, you see, from Virginia's off Avenue C, to this place, tucked into the hole which once glowed red through the night as Kebab Garden. Thomas Keller alumni everywhere.
[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: August 3, 2015]
Time, like Stephen King's langoliers, nips forever at our heels. In 2007, I launched the Pink Pig by interviewing the team from Tides, the sweet seafood shack on Norfolk Street. And now I find the page in my 2005 journal, recording my first visit to the place.
Tides was almost ahead of its time (see Virginia's; see Noreetuh); a restaurant with (in its heyday, at least) high quality food, served in a simply furnished room in an unlikely occasion. The chef was Judy Seto, a Mary's Fish Camp veteran, and on my first visit I tackled fried oysters and clams; the lobster roll; scallops; salmon; the excellent corn pudding; and a chocolate espresso brownie with cream.
As we enter the fantasy land of (his close friends get to call him...) DC yet again, the tale is as much about the quirky route to the food as the food itself. Oh, the eating is all about the food, but there's not much telling to it, if you see what I mean.
But if all my Tao of Chang nonsense is too much, simply know that the Fuku spicy chicken sandwich is tasty and satisfying. Can't fault it.
These are real diaries, as I can attest, having swallowed a pint of dust yesterday trying to get them back into correct order. Most of them are spiral bound, so don't have spines where the contents could be recorded.
And the problem with real diaries is that sometimes the author forgets to keep them; or is too busy; or too distracted. As I apparently was in July 2005. So just a few brief notes this week.
I planned to write a full review of Cherche Midi when it opened on that bustling corner of Houston and the Bowery opposite Whole Foods a year ago.
But I never got beyond one visit. It was so disappointing, I felt I ought to return and give the place a second chance. But then the McNally fairy dust did it's work; tables at any reasonable dinner time became scarce as desserts at Momofuku Ssam Bar. Waiting times for walk-ins jumped to an hour or more; and in the restaurant, the gaps between the tables became thronged with patient hopefuls.
My attention was characteristically divided in early July 2005. Between the Modigliani movie with Andy Garica and a DVD of Dig!--the Brian Jonestown Massacre epic, loaned to me by Marwood's lead singer Benji Rogers. Between Marwood at the Bowery Ballroom and a new fascination with Strindberg as a novelist rather than playwright. Between summer fast food and classic French bistro.