[Pink Pig Time Machine by Wilfrid: May 24, 2010]
A return to Montrachet seemed due. Good to warm up, as ever, over flutes of "R" de Ruinart, that pleasant blanc des blancs, at Bubble Lounge across the street.
Not too sure who was in the kitchen; this may have been around the time Harold Moore took the controls. A solid rather than wildly inventive dinner:Chilled tomato soup
Frog legs salad
Grilled veal chop, ceps, gnocchi, jus
1978 Joseph Drouhin Nuits-St-Georges A.C.
Montrachet was always good for bottles with some age on them.
Next up - well it's that time of year - the Ninth Avenue Food Festival. I went each year for several years, but although it's fun first and second time around, it gets old. The good thing about it is that it's not packed with the same sausage, corn dog and arepa vendors who attend every other street fair in the city; but because the stands reflect the restaurants and bars lining the street, there's not much change from year to year.
The highlights, I am sure, were the same in 2010 as in 2000: quails stuffed with feta from International Foods, fresh-shucked oysters and clams from Sea Breeze, morcilla from Old San Juan, and the pig on a spit in front of Ned Kelly's. Ten years ago, I drifted over to Jimmy's Corner to digest over a pint or two.
A highlight on the home cooking front, a whole roast pompano with pommees Lyonnaise.
Then off to the races again - a briefly hot spot opened by Douglas Rodriguez in the ABC restaurant space: Chicamae. Ceviche was thing here, but I started with a sea urchin tart and followed it with a simple steak and chimichurri sauce.Next week, oh yes, Atlantic City. Some bad food there, I can promise you.