Every year - sometimes twice a year - me and the President Babraham Lincoln hit up NYC Restaurant Week. This winter was no exception. Friday, with work peeps, I dined at Jean-Georges Perry Street, which is located in those big glass buildings on the West Side Highway and has a Michelin Star. The food was tremendous - the atmosphere was so freakin fancy! I had cream of tomato soup that was to die for and a nice steak that sat on top of a bed of spinach and jalapenos. YUM.
Last night, Me and Babe and Nancoi and Jim (I need knickknacks for them - I sort of want to call Jim the Republican but don't want that to sound derogatory...think Cod, think!) hit up Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill. Everything was delicious - from the cactus pear margarita to the corn bread to the cornmeal encrusted chili relleno. Plus, they had one of my favorite wines EVER on their list - the August Briggs Pinot Meunier, which Babe and I had once at Landmarc in Tribeca (one of the best restaurants I've ever been to). We even had a food network celebrity sighting - this guy was eating a table over from us. Too bad the service stunk - but I guess that's how it goes during restaurant week when they have to feed the masses.