I had a rocket (read: arugula) salad with shaved pecorino and pickled red onions. Pecorino is a bit more gentle than its cow's milk cousin, parmesan. That was a good thing. The salad needed a bit of softening. It came dressed in lemon juice, vinegar, salt and pepper, but with all those onions it was a little too acidic. I found it tasty but a bit pucker-inducing.
The chef sent out a panna cotta, topped with cinnamon and fresh pomegranate seeds. I talked to him about it myself and learned that he used inverted cane sugar rather than refined sugar in the recipe, so I didn't feel bad eating it. The bar tender sent negronis, per the generous Joe Denton, who even more generously remembered speaking to me when I had lunch at Milano over the summer. Also on the comp tab: healthy dosages of amaro, topped off even when they shouldn't have been.
The wine list is predictably Italian and not of much interest to me. I had a declassified nebbiolo that lacked any characteristic tar-and-rosiness, from my perception.
No matter. The Denton brothers have made good in Murray Hill, securing 200 covers a night, minimum. Economy be damned: people still need their truffled egg toast, I guess.
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New York, NY 10010