Saturday, May 10, 2008

New York Chronicles Day 3

By Sunday we were wiped out- miles of sidewalk behind us and many great meals in our bellies. We took it a little bit easy. Started the day with Starbucks- the new Pikes Peak roast for me and a Chai Latte for Susannah- I stopped at the local deli for one of my favorite New York breakfast sandwiches- a fried egg on a Portuguese roll and we picnicked in our room.

We walked up through the park uptown towards the Whitney- the Pope was staying on 5th Ave, so there was quite a spectacle in the streets- I found it interesting/ironic that he was staying in an apartment that was formerly owned by Andy Warhol. Before taking in the Biennial at the Whitney, we needed sustenance. Luckily I had made a reservation at Cafe Boulud. I have been following Daniel Boulud's career for years, and I was excited about visiting one of his restaurants, even a B level one. Well maybe B +, but certainly at a more reasonable price point than Daniel. There is a feeling of understated elegance in Cafe Boulud; the subdued atmosphere was welcomed on a Sunday morning after the frenetic energy at Chang's Momofuku or the red-hot dell'anima. We came for Boulud's food, and we were not disappointed.

I started my brunch with homemade charcuterie- an artfully arranged platter included a goose liver terrine and two types of prosciutto- pork and duck. The portions were small, but gorgeously laid out- every bite was packed with rich flavor.

For an entree I had Maine Crab Benedict with Peekytoe Crab, Poached Egg, Spinach, and Lemon Sabayon- an orchestra of flavors, subtly combined.

Dessert was refreshing- a grapefruit and lemon thyme vacherin- again, subtle yet bold flavors, artfully arranged.

There were lots of upper east side neighborhood regulars for brunch- drinks came out without being ordered and the house phone brought to several tables. In fact, a restaurant critic was at a nearby table and we overhead him speaking with Daniel's wife on the phone. Daniel never did appear. Apparently there was family in town from France.

After a wander through the Biennial, which is always fun and head-scratchingly challenging , we waled by the boutiques on Madison, stopped in the APPLE store, heaving with pilgrims on a Sunday afternoon, and made our way back to LaGuardia for a flight home.

Our last meal of the trip was not our best- security had taken away some treats we had packed, so Chilis was the last stop on our whirlwind culinary adventure weekend.

No comments: