First off, last night I had dinner at Blue Hill on Washington Place. Now...I know I don't talk about food all that often, but bear with me for a sec. I do get out to nice meals every so often...a few times a year (mostly with my parents.) I'm not bringing this up to boast, just to establish a base that I'm not a hack who's so easily wooed by a fancy meal. I just don't want to confuse my inexperience writing about food to dampen my actual opinions on the meal.
SO...that said, this was just about the best meal I've ever had. At least at a restaurant in New York City. Everything (except for the slightly cramped dining area) was absolutely perfect. I had a poached farm egg with this sort of cold lettuce reduction sauce that went perfectly. Then the Berkshire Pork was on a different level. While the egg was perfect, it's so unique...hard to compare to anything else, I've had pork prepared many different ways and this was like nothing I had ever tasted. It was like eating magic. Essentially a porkchop (with a think slab of bacon on the side,) but it had the consistency of a delicate steak and the taste of a stick of butter. In a good way. And it was on this sort of risotto/rice pilaf base which could not have been prepared any better. Then the dessert...this unbelievable blueberry cake thingy...maybe the best sweet I've ever had. A prefect, not-too-heavy compliment to a flawless meal.
What really impressed me was how well the whole thing flowed. The proportions were spot on, didn't leave stuffed (despite maybe eating too much bread while waiting for the first course.) Even the wine, something I admit I have very little knowledge or taste for, was amazing. For the first time ever, all the flavors everyone goes on about came through. Was like whoh.
So that's that. The best meal I've ever eaten in a New York City restaurant. AAA+.
Also, the rapidly-declining-in-quality BBQ on University Place...an INSTITUTION of the Central Village for my entire life, has been gutted and is officially dunzo. On my way home from Blue Hill last night I asked a guy taking garbage bags out of the front door, who said it will reopen in "about 3 months down the street (pointing West down 8th.)" So we will see. It's a sad day, tho, even if the food had become virtually inedible, the giant blue drinks never wavered. Neither did the affordable prices (especially for Happy Hour.) That space should be landmarked and turned into a chicken museum or something.