The Breslin Bar and Dining Room
After a significant New York eating dry spell, related to foolhardy trips to Follies and the Hamptons (respectively) along with unforeseen illnesses, Vodka and Ginger reunite for an afternoon of food consumption. It remains a miracle that even though we have time and time again proven unable to consume vast quantities of food and drink in one day, we continue to greedily attempt to make a significant dent in our Best Thing I Ever Ate list in a single afternoon.
This day starts at The Breslin Bar and Dining Room. Though Vodka has already been here and consumed the best BURGER Frank Bruni ever ate, its mere location (the horrors of midtown) has deterred us from an official Food Network-induced visit thus far.
|Though Who Can Resist the Charm of This Platter for Long?|
We are seated quickly by the hostess who Vodka appears to have befriended while waiting for Ginger (today's excuse for her tardiness is a preemptive stop for Pepto Bismol on her way to the restaurant).
|Better to Eat You With, My Dear|
Our drinks arrive, and while they are good -- they contain alcohol -- they are not particularly memorable.
|Plus, It's Never a Good Sign When We Remember Everything That Comes After Them|
|Don't Talk with Your Mouth Full, Indeed|
|A Solid Meal Unto Itself|
|Have You Had Your Break Today?|
Then, we pay our bill and stumble out into the rain, wishing more for a nap then for any more food.
The Breslin Bar and Dining Room's Chargrilled Lamb Burger: 5 stars*
*Certifiable Best Thing We Ever Ate