My Mini Meyer-athon
What better way for The Vamp to ring in year 5767 than to partake in vittles? And why stop at just one stop for said New Year's vittles, when New York City has so many culinary treasures to offer? Well, I figured for my figure's sake I ought to narrow the field down a bit. So last night, in celebration of Rosh Hashanah, I joined a good friend for a wee tour of Danny Meyer's wee Madison Park empire.
First stop - Eleven Madison Park, where I sat in the restaurant's swank bar, bathed in light reflected off of the lounge area's gold ceiling - a hue that casts a warm, kind glow on yours truly. The Sidecar variation I sipped - spiked with passionfruit nectar - brought on a very different kind of glow. The kind that makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside, and thrusts you outside rather quickly, before you order another one of these addictive cocktails - and another - and another.
Next stop - Shake Shack (pictured above). I know it seems like an odd follow-up to Eleven's grandeur, but to tell you the truth, I had never been there before. (Bad Vamp!!!) What can I say? I have no patience for lines. And, miraculously enough, there wasn't a line in sight when I sashayed up last evening.
But what to order? We wanted something a bit more elegant than a burger for dinner....Hmm...I settled on a Coffee Milkshake, took two sips of the aforementioned thick, sweet treat (OK, three sips!) and tossed it in the garbage.
Sacrilege?
Perhaps. But, I had one more Madison Park Danny Meyer's stop to make before my evening was complete.
Final stop - Tabla - Bread Bar at Tabla to be exact. There, I bantered with the exquisitely hysterical maitre 'd and took great pleasure in sharing a bottle of Sancerre, along with several sundry Indian delights, including Rosemary Naan, a Chutney Sampler and Goan Coconut Beans.
Mmmm....
What a nice way to jumpstart a New Year.
And it's no wonder. After all, Danny Meyer is a member of the tribe. So, Shana Tovah to Danny.
May the rest of the year be as joyous as last night's festivities.