so the food upstairs might cooperative better with their inventive cocktails or beer rather than wine, although their list is certainly drinkable.
shape and girth alike. If it was meat, it certainly would've qualified as double-cut, and if they're gonna charge $14, I suppose the heft is necessitated. Easily shareable, it was generously slathered in an oily tahini dressing, with a few too many sweet golden raisins and shockingly hot tidbits of pickled chili.... but yummy all the same, in a gluttonously un-virtuous vegetable way.
suspciously muddy or metallic, was farmed but well-sourced, its sweet flaky flesh even more sweetly glazed in misoyaki, broiled to a blistered char over a mountain of long beans and bean sprouts. This amounts to a distinctly Asian profile, like most (if not all) of the dishes, tend. So while the name and the website imply farmy New American, the cuisine really touts a lot of Oriental attitude. A side of brussels sprouts didn't, however, and it didn't have a tremendous amount of personality either. The sprouts are
roast them to their finest state. They toasted the garlic instead, which amounted in crusty little allium crunchies amongst nubs of chewy house-smoked bacon. If I'd my druthers, I'd saute the garlic and toast the sprouts: that would make for a successful side.
Dessert kind of toed that line, although we strayed from either of our server's recommendations, which may have been a better tact. The vanilla panna cotta was smooth and pleasant, if a little bland. But the toasted coconut aside helped immensely, and the blueberries were surprisingly good considering it is November.
For all the accolades I'd been hearing for Chalk Point, it fell short of the bar I had raised for it. But it was a satisfying enough meal for what it was, especially considering the doggie bag of unfinished morsels came close to providing dinner the night after as well.
527 Broome Street (near Thompson)
212-390-0327
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