So you’ve decided to skip dinner and go straight to cocktails. To throw caution to the wind.
You’ve made this mistake so many times before. Why do you do this to yourself?
Luckily, we’ve found a fail-safe to keep you on the right path.
It’s called Dinnertable, a cozy little dining room tucked behind the eastern outpost of the Garret—a
reverse speakeasy, if you will. It’s open now in the East Village.
There are no reservations, so you’ll be playing the role of popper-in. When you do, don’t sit at one of
the spindle chairs. You’re never comfortable on those things, and they’re nice to just look at. Instead,
grab a seat next (take
a look around) to your nearest Dolly Parton prayer candle, and commence menu perusal.
You’ll find some Italian things, and some less Italian things. On the Italian side, spot the Doyers St
Saltimbocca—braised veal, guanciale and black garlic. On the less Italian side, we don’t recommend
passing on the smoked short rib tartare with horseradish. And they’ll toss kaluga caviar on anything you
want.
We’re in favor of making caviar the new staple condiment.
