country folks, we get tired easily in the big city. Tonight we slept from about 6 until 9. At that point, I'm proud to say, we rallied and went out until late. Party on Wayne, Garth. Get your Empire State on.
Spirit, though, is one thing this place isn't lacking at all. Customers yes, a bit lacking (which is really weird considering how good it is), but Tom (America's 8th-best sommelier, and I mean that respectfully, not ironically) and the rest of the staff are nothing if not welcoming as well as passionate and knowledgable about the food. (Disclosure: Melissa the pastry chef comped me half a glass of wine. Yet again I'm reminded that I'm small fry.)
As befits a restaurant owned by America's 8th-best sommelier, they have a good glass-wine program going. (Disclosure: I badgered Tom into giving me half a glass of a wine sample they got from a distributor and had decided not to stock. Such a provincial cheapskate I am, oi.) As befits a place I'd be willing to spend money again, it's really pretty good. Hopefully business is building, because I think they oughta be a little more hopping on a Thursday night in June now that they're 8 months in.
Still, whaddo I know from SoHo?