Last night, Nick and I went out to a surprise dinner. I wanted to head somewhere we wouldn’t normally go on a Tuesday night because it’s too expensive or fancy pants. But, with fabulous Restaurant Week taking over NYC, I figured we could try Perry St. They had the whole 3 courses for $42/person situation happening. That situation is a situation I like a lot. And it’s right by the water, and just a 10 minute walk from our apartment! Off we go after a very long Tuesday, and a quick run around the neighborhood.
We had to take a photo in the staircase of our building because it was just freshly painted (unbeknownst to us). One day we came home and a very nice man was changing our walls from peeling puke off-white/gray (?? omg I already don’t really remember) to a luscious and bright tan and green! We were excited.
While walking to dinner, Nick said this little spot between a Gett ad and an ice-cream truck was just too good not to take a picture. #VeryNewYork. Below, I am waiting to cross the street and flip around to freak out about something I saw to Nick. I don’t recall what, but this happens all too regularly.
The OG selfie!
Nick takes a phone call with his cool Uncle and I proceed to act like paparazzi .
But he makes time for me to take another OG selfie.
We walked by my favorite candle store in the world and so I had to snap a shot of it all lonely and dark and cool.
We have officially turned onto Perry St. y’all!
This was the first apartment building Nick and I ever looked at together. Uh I’d choose to move in with him again fo’ sho’.
This is a strange photo of me standing in a garden that Nick admires every time he runs by. One day, he saw the older lady actually gardening and slowed down to compliment her. Then he noticed her husband (?) or some older gentleman scantily glad in just underwear sitting right in the doorframe. I love New York.
We are getting close!
PerrySt is right on the water, as mentioned before, and also has a beautiful vantage point of 1 World Trade. Great vibes going in.
However, things went a bit downhill after the pretty views walking in.
Our reservations were for 9 p.m. We showed up a few minutes early, as I do, and were told they were running slightly behind. Should only be about a 10 minute wait and why don’t we “sit at the bar and have a drink”. I’m not into the whole “spend more drinking at the bar” ploy that I feel restaurants often try to guide you towards. So we took a seat on the one bench available for waiting.
It is now 9:29. No table.
We sit down a minute later. But I am still very ticked off by this waiting. Around the 9:20 mark, I asked the hostess if she meant the restaurant was 20 minutes behind, not 10 minutes. I know this is not the most patient and/or acceptable avenue to take while hungry and annoyed — but it was somewhat enjoyable for me to watch her shuffle some papers, look all around the restaurant, and intensely scroll through the reservation iPad. No apology however, just little awkward mumbles.
When we do sit down, I see that there are only 2 options for each course in the Restaurant Week menu. Oh well, I understand. But one entree sounds wildly more appetizing than the other, and when I order it, they’re out. Out of beef? Entirely? How…? They can “make it with pork” but that does not resonate well with me. Maybe if they took us at our actual reservation time, they wouldn’t be out of 1/2 dishes they were offering. And if you’re going to offer a restaurant week menu, I’d say prepare for the expected influx of people/new customers.
The ambience was LOUD. Have to yell across the table, loud. Can’t stop overhearing your neighbor’s conversation, loud. If I wasn’t already in a negative mood, maybe the noise wouldn’t have bothered me as much. But.
I will say, I absolutely adored our waiter, Davey. He was fantastic, friendly and attentive. He rocked.
Here’s what we did end up ordering:
For me —
a glass of Cabernet – Brander, Santa Ynez Valley, 2014
Salmon Sashimi as my appetizer — it had a lot of flavors going on (including sorbet?) but the salmon itself was fabulous
Some sort of friend chicken dish with crispy onions that they allowed me to substitute for the loss of the only delicious sounding entree option. This was good, I will admit. Their “Perry St chicken” is apparently what they’re known for. The creamy collared greens underneath were also a nice touch.
And for dessert, Molten Chocolate Lava Cake. I know, basic. But it is always so delicious. No regrets. Also, Nick definitely took some bites — so double that no regrets comment.
For Nick —
A delicious beer we both don’t recall the name of.
The grilled lamb chops with potato fritters, bok choy rabe, and pipperade. He essentially licked the plate, so I think it’s safe to say he enjoyed.
Overall, the food was good and we ate it all. But it was pretty expensive, even with the restaurant week perk. But I could never say I didn’t have fun sitting across from good old Nickel. Thanks for making every dinner awesome.
We passed a vintage Ferrari in a garage on our way home. After some wine…you’re welcome.