Bar Americain - I love Bobby Flay, 2010
152 W. 52nd Street...
My sister came to town for a quick stop from Denver to Albany. Jen and I had Bobby Flay's place on our list for a while. Then when we found out our friend Josephine was the pastry chef we made it a point make reservations.
This was Friday night...sister and I had Theatre Tickets for Next to Normal (a review about that will be coming soon). Jen had to go to work at the bar after dinner.
Nevertheless we had 2 hours to see what the hullabaloo was all about.
2 hours of amazing service by Dave..2 hours of mouth watering, sintilating to the palate food.
Jen says...Best pork ever..and an amazing pastry chef...but then said...well that wasn't pork belly. Pork belly is our new best friend. Our belly's might start looking like a pork belly. But the real pork belly's are the most delectable happy treats every invented. I believe there should be a entire page devoted to the pork belly. Yes...there will. oh yes there will.
jen concludes...no comment.
sorry...the no comment and comments had to be mentioned. If only to give pork belly its props.
Jen had the rack of pork, in a sour mash, double apple butter,smashed potatoes, green onion and goat cheese....uh yeah...it was as good and better than it sounds.
plate licking good. tie your worse enemy to a post and drag him for 20 blocks kinda good. so good you wish you could eat slower but can't cause it's so damn good kinda good.
sister had the Duck, dirty wild rice pecans and bourbon....no lie. Bourbon make everything lovely.
Not even a bourbon drinker...but dang...that duck was a little drunky yummified.
I didn't hear my sister speak for the next 8 minutes. she's a fine lovely classy lady, but again...plate lickin good.
I had the Plate of the Day. First love that Bobby does it like a Blue Plate Special. We did do 6:00 dinner reservations. Eating before 8 PM in NYC makes you feel like you should get a special...like the senior dinner at Denny's. Or an all you can eat shrimpfest.
Today's special was Salmon...Cedar planked Pacific Salmon, wild mushroom, pinot noir.
This is a meal on a piece of wood...wrapped in parchment paper. Salmon cooked to perfection...just the right about of mushrooms and the sauce...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. It was wrapped like a present, so pretty and surprising. I wanted to eat the paper and take the cedar plank home.
Remember Jen doesn't like seafood...funny cause she likes the beach, just doesn't care for fish, sushi or shellfish.
She is getting over her fear of fish and tries everything now.
It is a pre-requiste for Finer Things. You must be brave.
Jen loved the salmon !!! she did just have one bite...but she said...best Salmon I ever had.
Fine...probably was the first time, but if your gonna be a Salmon virgin, Bobby Flays is pretty darn good to make it your first. you always remember your first.
Which yes...we are all in love with this man.
Decor...lovely. spacious. Liked the light fixtures...something we always notice.
Lighting was perfect. Not too dark but not bright light either.
Jen did arrive first and was seated by the open kitchen. We like that. We get to see the inner workings of an Iron Chef. Draw back...there was the ice shelf with all the seafood displayed. Jen had to switch seats as to not bolt outta there before we arrived.
Service...lovely. friendly. I had heard reviews and was a bit prepared to have a mediocre snobby staff.
It's a top popular NY restaurant with a celebrity chef. Bobby Flay is known all over the world. Celebrity restaurants tend to get too commercial and attract clientele that well is down and out obnoxious. Staff can also create that...who the hell are you attitude in places that will always be full no matter what they do or feed you.
This was NOT the case.
The host was sweet and when taking our coats a gal about 5'2" 106 lbs with outstretched arms hands us a coat check ticket and had us place our coats in her arm over the other 8 coats she was already holding.
Dave...as I mentioned was our charming server. Explaining all the dishes with delight and sparkled when you knew he was talking about his personal favorite.
That reinforced our meal choice's and we wanted Dave to come and have coffee with us and become your new best friend.
His recommendations were spot on (such a top chef term).
When we asked about desert...we mentioned our friend Josephine. Dave was so excited that we were friends. he adores Josephine...as we all do.
Oh...my stars...I almost forgot about the corn bread.
Bread basket...lovely...3 corncob shaped corn bread, 2 dinner rolls, and 2 long, i can only assume mini french bread loaves.
The corn bread was to die for...like you had died and gone to heaven. melt in your mouth...bit crispy on the outside and bite of delight on the inside.
Josephine is really a pastry angel...German Chocolate cake, coconut whipped cream.
and Deep dish chocolate cream pie....
The cake is lovely...not overly coconutty...a chocolate ganche on top that melt in your mouth like...well...chocolate.
The Deep dish chocolate cream pie...ahhhhhh...a think crispy layer of a cookie like goodness powdered perfectly like its going to the prom sitting on a deep bowl of never ending chocolate cream pudding.
This is not the chocolate pudding with the hard chocolate skin your mother made. Which I always liked...pudding skin...that was home.
Dining at Bar Americain was enjoyable...and pleasant. Other than the applause we heard in the middle of our meal.
Jen thought Bobby arrived and was doing his walk through. But no...it was a man proposing on bended knee. She said yes. Sweet and touching moment...we would have preferred to see Bobby.
This was Friday night...sister and I had Theatre Tickets for Next to Normal (a review about that will be coming soon). Jen had to go to work at the bar after dinner.
Nevertheless we had 2 hours to see what the hullabaloo was all about.
2 hours of amazing service by Dave..2 hours of mouth watering, sintilating to the palate food.
Jen says...Best pork ever..and an amazing pastry chef...but then said...well that wasn't pork belly. Pork belly is our new best friend. Our belly's might start looking like a pork belly. But the real pork belly's are the most delectable happy treats every invented. I believe there should be a entire page devoted to the pork belly. Yes...there will. oh yes there will.
jen concludes...no comment.
sorry...the no comment and comments had to be mentioned. If only to give pork belly its props.
Jen had the rack of pork, in a sour mash, double apple butter,smashed potatoes, green onion and goat cheese....uh yeah...it was as good and better than it sounds.
plate licking good. tie your worse enemy to a post and drag him for 20 blocks kinda good. so good you wish you could eat slower but can't cause it's so damn good kinda good.
sister had the Duck, dirty wild rice pecans and bourbon....no lie. Bourbon make everything lovely.
Not even a bourbon drinker...but dang...that duck was a little drunky yummified.
I didn't hear my sister speak for the next 8 minutes. she's a fine lovely classy lady, but again...plate lickin good.
I had the Plate of the Day. First love that Bobby does it like a Blue Plate Special. We did do 6:00 dinner reservations. Eating before 8 PM in NYC makes you feel like you should get a special...like the senior dinner at Denny's. Or an all you can eat shrimpfest.
Today's special was Salmon...Cedar planked Pacific Salmon, wild mushroom, pinot noir.
This is a meal on a piece of wood...wrapped in parchment paper. Salmon cooked to perfection...just the right about of mushrooms and the sauce...mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
Remember Jen doesn't like seafood...funny cause she likes the beach, just doesn't care for fish, sushi or shellfish.
She is getting over her fear of fish and tries everything now.
It is a pre-requiste for Finer Things. You must be brave.
Jen loved the salmon !!! she did just have one bite...but she said...best Salmon I ever had.
Fine...probably was the first time, but if your gonna be a Salmon virgin, Bobby Flays is pretty darn good to make it your first. you always remember your first.
Which yes...we are all in love with this man.
Decor...lovely. spacious. Liked the light fixtures...something we always notice.
Lighting was perfect. Not too dark but not bright light either.
Jen did arrive first and was seated by the open kitchen. We like that. We get to see the inner workings of an Iron Chef. Draw back...there was the ice shelf with all the seafood displayed. Jen had to switch seats as to not bolt outta there before we arrived.
Service...lovely. friendly. I had heard reviews and was a bit prepared to have a mediocre snobby staff.
It's a top popular NY restaurant with a celebrity chef. Bobby Flay is known all over the world. Celebrity restaurants tend to get too commercial and attract clientele that well is down and out obnoxious. Staff can also create that...who the hell are you attitude in places that will always be full no matter what they do or feed you.
This was NOT the case.
The host was sweet and when taking our coats a gal about 5'2" 106 lbs with outstretched arms hands us a coat check ticket and had us place our coats in her arm over the other 8 coats she was already holding.
Dave...as I mentioned was our charming server. Explaining all the dishes with delight and sparkled when you knew he was talking about his personal favorite.
That reinforced our meal choice's and we wanted Dave to come and have coffee with us and become your new best friend.
His recommendations were spot on (such a top chef term).
When we asked about desert...we mentioned our friend Josephine. Dave was so excited that we were friends. he adores Josephine...as we all do.
Oh...my stars...I almost forgot about the corn bread.
Bread basket...lovely...3 corncob shaped corn bread, 2 dinner rolls, and 2 long, i can only assume mini french bread loaves.
The corn bread was to die for...like you had died and gone to heaven. melt in your mouth...bit crispy on the outside and bite of delight on the inside.
Josephine is really a pastry angel...German Chocolate cake, coconut whipped cream.
and Deep dish chocolate cream pie....
The cake is lovely...not overly coconutty...a chocolate ganche on top that melt in your mouth like...well...chocolate.
The Deep dish chocolate cream pie...ahhhhhh...a think crispy layer of a cookie like goodness powdered perfectly like its going to the prom sitting on a deep bowl of never ending chocolate cream pudding.
This is not the chocolate pudding with the hard chocolate skin your mother made. Which I always liked...pudding skin...that was home.
Dining at Bar Americain was enjoyable...and pleasant. Other than the applause we heard in the middle of our meal.
Jen thought Bobby arrived and was doing his walk through. But no...it was a man proposing on bended knee. She said yes. Sweet and touching moment...we would have preferred to see Bobby.
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