Maybe I'm getting desensitized to Manhattan prices, but this didn't seem absurdly expensive, though I know it was. Maybe the understated, shabby chic interior and the crush of a full dining room of people that clamored to get reservations at this place-of-the-moment worked their magic. I have complete amnesia about the check and don't want to dig up my credit card receipt.
My dinner host had secured the coveted reservations through her personal contacts at American Express. Otherwise, I think we'd have been unable to get reservations at that day and time. I can't say I really remember much about my meal except that it was tasty, no surprises pleasant or unpleasant. In many ways it feels like a redux of Balthazar, but set in the area bordering the West Village just off 6th Avenue.
My assessmen? Go there, but hope someone else pays.
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