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“Blue Hill Stone Barns”
| Occasion: | Cuisine: | Area: | Cost: | Rating: |
| Night Out | New American | Upper West Side | Break the Bank | Good |
For dessert, we had the sheep’s milk ricotta cheesecake that was pretty much destroyed by a boiling hot pineapple sauce that was poured over the cake tableside. The sauce was a mistake on two levels—it tasted like something from Del Monte, and it was so hot that it cooked the creamy ricotta, turning it into farmer’s cheese before our very eyes. I wanted to yell, “STOP! Leave my cake alone!” But it was too late. It was cooked. Our other dessert, however, was simple and lovely, a gorgeous garnet red rhubarb soup dotted with poached diced rhubarb topped with mint sorbet and vanilla ice cream. This dessert was light, refreshing and ended our meal on as perfect a note as possible.
It was now time for Steven to change out of Dan’s pants and for us to pay our check and grab a taxi back to the station. When the check arrived we found that our second bottle of wine—a Chateauneuf-du-Pape, was $102, a significant jump from the $44 Fiano. The sommelier didn’t mention that when he recommended it as our second bottle, and we hadn’t even finished half of it. At almost $400, and we were pissed and disappointed. The meal was not worth that kind of money. And wasn’t there a discount for being in the chef’s pants? Apparently not.
We returned Dan’s pants (Steven changed in the manure shed again, this time without a visit from anyone) then we walked out to the courtyard to wait for our cab that the hostess had arranged for us ... [more, click below]
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