At first, I was a bit miffed that the Greenmarket was being so proprietary about their name. I mean, I think they were called greenmarkets before New York City's farmer's markets began being so called. So Greenmarket Tavern changed it's name to Greensquare, and went on its local, sustainable, organic way. I'd walk past it frequently, as it's only a few blocks from my house. Usually sparsely populated, I attributed this somewhat to its newness, and more so to the foreboding scaffolding that has been erected about it at a quite untimely moment. As if it is not difficult enough to get one's footing in the NYC restaurant scene without a huge, obfuscating mass of plywood and tension rods cloaking the facade. At any rate, I was feeling adventurous.... and I had tickets to an 8pm showing of The Hangover II, just around the corner. So into Greensquare we ducked.
The room is bright with white tile and simple furnishings, a bit sterile but for some enlarged photographs of farmy looking provenance. Lucky for us that the menu is pretty straightfoward, because the waitstaff is pretty much exclusively Hispanic, and of unintelligible accent. It is broken up into three parts, simple small, medium and large plates, plus a smattering of market sides. Quite a few of the dishes seemed a