Stanton Social Club
Our next Best Thing I Ever Ate tour location is near and dear to our hearts. Why? It is the birthplace of our new life philosophy: It’s Not Even Noon Somewhere.
We had made brunch reservations at Stanton Social Club, a place that is entirely too cool for the likes of us, for 11:45am. Unfortunately, we finished with our PB&J “sandwich” by 11:00am, leaving us 45 minutes to wander around the Lower East Side.
We’re not really one for the wander. We like to stick to itineraries. The Lower East Side is also not the place to wander at 11am on Saturday morning. The streets are deserted, and everything is closed: hangovers have laid up the entire population of the neighborhood.
So to pass the time and to quench our thirst, we sit ourselves in the coffee shop across from Stanton Social Club so that we have a clear view of when they raise the gates. Ginger regales Vodka with summaries of her new favorite show, Extreme Couponing, while Vodka tries unsuccessfully to swallow sinus medication (and ends up chewing it like a toddler). Needless to say, we believe people like of us are not usually allowed in such highbrow institutions as the Stanton Social Club.
Incidentally, for someone unaccustomed with the Lower East Side, Ginger had found herself in this very bar the previous Friday night, fighting crowds for a drink, unable to hear or see a damn thing. What a difference broad daylight, silence and bar full of empty seats makes: we have ascended into the high heavens.
Finally, a bartender straggles in, and we are fairly certain that he thinks we are either a) still drunk from last night and/or b) certifiably insane. We order our respective martinis and they are placed in front of us at exactly 11:55am. So, as we toast day drinking, we say:
“It’s not even noon somewhere.”
|It's Not Even Noon Somewhere|
|Heaven in a Snail Dish|
The dumplings are delectable, mind-boggling in their ability to hold the full contents of a soup in such a small, unsoggy compartment.
The cheese, however, is what makes the dish. Gooey in the center and crispy on the outside, it adds a perfect layer to the top, and it pulls away easily with each individual dumpling.
Bless you, Claire Robinson.
|Perfection on a Toothpick|
And no one will be there to judge you when you get drunk before noon.
Stanton Social Club’s French Onion Soup dumplings: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate