If I were to tell you the the people behind Fette Sau had opened another joint across the street (literally), would you run screaming with arms flailing in the air to the subway and go there immediately? I think you should, maybe minus the screaming and arms flailing part.
The man behind St. Anselm is Joe Carroll, the genius of Fette Sau and Spuyten Duyvil. If you’re wondering what in the world is Fette Sau and why I keep mentioning it, then you should really eat there before thinking I’m a little nuts. Well, you can think that, but still try it out. If you have been to Fette Sau, and worship the place, then you know what I’m talking about and won’t hesitate to try St. Anselm.
Ok, enough ramble and back to business. What we (2 little Asian girls, ok fine, we’re not that little) ordered:
- Pan-fried Mashed Potatoes & Truffle Oil
- Grilled Berkshire Bacon
- NY Strip Steak with garlic butter
- Sweet tea brined Young Chicken
Go make your tummy happy!
355 Metropolitan Ave,
(Pro tip: They don’t take reservations so go for an early dinner, or be prepared to wait)
I don’t think a name like Quality Meats is apt for a restaurant, especially one that has a life-size plaster cow head greeting you at the entrance. But once you’ve eaten here, you will realize that there is no other name that’s fit for a place that serves such perfectly cooked porterhouses.
I’m not a super meat eater, but I do appreciate a good steak when I can. And this porterhouse was definitely up my alley. You know a steakhouse is proud of their meat when they don’t add anything to it except salt.
The most important lesson I’ve learned with steakhouses is to always come in a group of 4 or more. That way you’re able to sample a larger variety of cuts without having to finish a 24oz slab on your own.
And of course, come hungry!
57th W 58th St (@ 6th Ave)
New York, NY 10019
When Keith McNally opens a restaurant, it’s like someone unloaded a truck-full of people and told them to raid the place all at once (think Balthazar, Pulino’s, etc). The restaurant opens at 5.30pm, and by 5.31pm, the entire front area was packed to the brim.
I made the reservation a month in advance for one reason and one reason only: the Côte de Boeuf. Cooked medium rare, the aged strip was juicy within and exceptionally flavorful on the outside. Did it live up to my expectations? Yes. But sadly, that was the only thing that did.
The service was spotty, and our waitress was giving us some really strange attitude. There was some rule about not being able to take pictures of the restaurant. The only people who didn’t disappoint were the busboys.
For a party of 5, we ordered a sardine appetizer, 2 Black Label burgers, the Pasta Za Za, the Côte de Boeuf and a bottle of wine. It was mildly satisfying, and if we were to do it again, we’d probably do away with the pasta and order another serving of the meat (though do note that it has a hefty $110 price tag).
I’m not a big fan of restaurants that are apparently frequented by a lot of celebrities because it’s a brewing ground for snotty behavior, weak-sauce service, ridiculous queues to get in and overhyped food. Minetta Tavern falls under that category unfortunately.
113 MacDougal St (Minetta Lane),