Welcome to Grub Avenue’s rundown of restaurant suggestions that goals to reply the endlessly recurring query: The place ought to we go? These are the spots that our meals crew thinks everybody ought to go to, for any cause (a brand new chef, the arrival of an thrilling dish, or perhaps there’s a gap that’s flown too far beneath the radar). This month: amberjack stomach within the East Village, sweetbread nuggets à la Boulud, and a department-store café that looks like one thing out of a youngsters’s ebook (sure, it’s Louis Vuitton).
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Leon’s (Union Sq.)
A nook area like Leon’s — expansive, throughout from the Strand — has a way of spectacle to it, even with half-curtains obscuring a lot of the Broadway buzz. “Is that this your first time?” our jocular server requested a number of nights after opening as we took within the clamshell sconces and algae-like swipes of inexperienced paint on the wall. Sure. “That may make sense,” he replied. “It’s solely my third day.” But the place already shows polish: The second restaurant from Anton’s homeowners Nick Anderer and Natalie Johnson, the meals right here is Italian but in addition Egyptian (in honor of Johnson’s grandfather) and a little bit French. The “chips and onions Soriano” are none of this stuff — impressed as a substitute, Johnson explains, by the Spanish fries of Nineteen Eighties New York — however they’re a should. Topped with onions and seasoned, crucially, with smoked paprika and citrus powder, they’re savory and irresistible. Order the shrimp and potato salad, too, however skip the crab tuffoli with coriander in favor of the ravioli alla caprese, that are plump, wealthy, and a pleasant foil to the lamb misto, skinny skewers, fatty stomach, and well-seasoned kofta. (Throughout lunch, those self same kofta are served with Johnson’s household rice, pilaf al Hakim.) For dessert: How a couple of cookie plate (it’s December, in any case), which features a fantastically chewy tahina, or some crème caramel? —Chris Crowley
Le Café at Louis Vuitton (Midtown)
Step apart, Polo Bar, there’s a brand new fashtaurant on the town. Le Café du Louis Vuitton, because it’s identified, is the Maison’s first consuming institution in america. My midwestern mother joined me on a latest go to, and he or she aptly referred to as it “very Kardashian.” The eating room communicates luxurious as visibly as potential, and even the POS gadgets for servers are hidden contained in the model’s basic trunks. The logos prolong to the French-leaning menu by chef Christophe Bellanca — a caviar-embossed scallop soufflé, an emblem-shaped potato waffle — and the desserts from pastry chef Mary George are as coated in LV iconography because the purses on the market elsewhere within the constructing. No disrespect to the monogramming, however my favourite dishes featured much less branding: wealthy and layered truffle eggs à la Coque (served with an embossed brioche breadstick for dipping), and the “Vélours Noir,” a cocoa-dusted negroni excellent for this time of 12 months. Alas, the ice is stamped with an LV brand, too, however it was simple to miss because it melted. —Zach Schiffman
Smithereens (East Village)
It’s not precisely coastal, however the delicacies of New England has washed up on East ninth Avenue. Smithereens, from Nick Tamburo, a former Claud chef, occupies a low-ceilinged, galley-shaped warren with seawater-colored partitions; the lobster rolls come caught with paper replicas of the Massachusetts state flag. Smithereens is simply the newest comer in a 12 months of upscale fish shacks, however there’s lots to suggest it. Classics are dutifully riffed on — clam chowder reimagined as hake in a potato-and-herb broth with clams — however my tip is to deal with the restaurant as a substitute like an Jap Seaboard sushi joint. Amberjack stomach seared over binchotan with sea-lettuce French dressing was meaty and crisp-skinned, and we lived to remorse not ordering scallops with thinly shaved matsutake mushrooms and lime zest or sliced tuna rolled round pear and cherry blossom. Do save room for dessert, whether or not that’s a tangy cider doughnut served scorching or the odd however attractive float of celery-root ice cream with celery soda and maraschino cherries. And for a drink, as a substitute of the normal Narragansett, the wine listing (by Nikita Malhotra, beforehand of Momofuku Ko) all however insists on a German white, the sort of monomania that calls for and deserves to be celebrated. —Matthew Schneier
La Tête d’Or (Flatiron)
By this level in his decades-spanning, done-it-all profession, Daniel Boulud may, and probably even ought to logically have “DB Steak” outposts inside casinos and luxury-hotel lobbies throughout the globe. In actuality, this Golden Head is, the chef’s numerous reps have relayed repeatedly, his “first steakhouse.” He appears to have no real interest in disrupting style conventions — the Caesars are tossed tableside, Texas beef careens across the room in a prime-rib trolley, all the pieces is dear — whereas providing the sort of mannered, Franco tweaks one expects from a Boulud institution: clover-size broccoli florets garnishing “sweetbread nuggets,” a crab cake topped with a savory tuille, a listing of classical add-on sauces that Escoffier would acknowledge. (Additionally anticipated: a full eating room on opening night time, with seats occupied by what appeared just like the uptown medical doctors and legal professionals and finance barons who’re the habitués of his different Manhattan eating rooms.) It’s large and festive and polished in a Vegas-y kind of method, which appears to be the objective, and which feels tonally applicable for the dash into the vacation season. —Alan Sytsma
Kinjo (Dumbo)
Go to one sub-$100 omakase spot and it might really feel such as you’ve been to all of them, however the $95 service at this counter on the Dumbo waterfront is an exception to the usual of bare-bones areas squeezed into slim storefronts. The atmosphere on the 13-seat lacquered wooden bar is decidedly serene, with textured wallpaper all the way in which as much as the previous manufacturing unit’s ceiling. The 11-course menu feels particular too, like a scallop crudo starter with honeydew and a spicy sprig of watercress; and a curry-glazed, evenly flamed shrimp nigiri with shredded fried leeks. After six items of sushi, the sequence finishes with a five-day koji-cured duck breast, sliced and served on a tender crêpe with a shiso leaf and pineapple hoisin, all meant to be rolled collectively like a taco, adopted by sablefish chazuke the place the fish melts in a fine-tuned dashi. If the meal is a little bit mild, there is a chance to order à la carte on the finish, or you possibly can end the night time with cocktails and snacks on the restaurant’s loungy bar. —Tammie Teclemariam
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