No, really. Cold and electric-red, it brims in a mason jar for a nifty $1 at the Brooklyn Star, a new Williamsburg restaurant. Match it with some fried sweetbreads and ramp mayonnaise, and you’ve got yourself a surprisingly fine flavor pairing—just ignore the stained pink teeth and sugar headache that follow the syrupy gulps.
The more you chug, the likelier you’ll fall for this Southern-inspired spot that’s imbued with a cheffy sensibility. Not everything works, but how can you not love a restaurant whose menu boldly proclaims, “All animals are killed humanely with five point exploding heart punch. All vegetables are yanked from the earth with extreme prejudice. Fritos sourced from Plano, Texas”? Yes, hipsters might be filled with irony, but also occasionally a sense of humor.
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