Restaurant Week is here in New York City. For those unfamiliar, it is a week (now stretched into a month, but I suppose “Week” is catchier) where upscale restaurants create three course, prix fixe menus of $24.07 at lunch and $35.00 at dinner. It is a chance for all us little people to try the fancy places we’ve read about but could never afford.
Last night, this little person went to One if by Land, Two if by Sea with the Overly Friendly Fox. I got there a little early, which gave me the opportunity to get a glass of Sauvignon Blanc (the favorite drink of all pandas) and listen to a jazz pianist playing in the bar. It also gave me the opportunity to dork out hard over the fact that One if by Land, Two if by Sea is a super cool historical location. It is the old stable house of Aaron Burr, my favorite Founding Father of these United States.
Discussions of Aaron Burr can be extremely divisive. The majority ask, “Who?” A smaller subgroup says, “Oh, the guy who killed Alexander Hamilton.” And the smallest group, which in most conversations is only me, says “Aaron Burr was the coolest! He was Vice-President! He wanted women to be able to vote! He wanted to abolish slavery in the late 1700s! He was a player! He wanted to be king of Mexico! Yes, he killed Alexander Hamilton, but it was a duel and Hamilton started it by talking smack and sometimes when you talk smack, you have to get popped.” But I digress.
Sitting at the bar, gazing at portraits of Aaron and Theodosia Burr, I was in heaven. The Overly Friendly Fox arrived right at 8 and we were whisked into the dining room. (Either of us being on time is unheard of; our excitement was palpable.)
The dining experience was pure bliss. From the tagliatelle with venison ragout to the bourbon ice cream with chocolate bacon sauce and caramel popcorn, everything was superb. Our waiter was incredibly knowledgeable and attentive; he also looked and acted like an angry Kevin Spacey. I always sympathize with servers at high-end restaurants during Restaurant Week. They go from serving a table of two with a minimum check of $300 to serving three courses for a tenth of that, which is really frustrating. I have no idea if angry Kevin Spacey was angry because of RW or if that is his professional waiter demeanor. Regardless, he was a great server and we were glad to have him.
Last night was magnificent, a great reminder that we all deserve to indulge occasionally. The conversation was witty, the food exquisite, the wine pairings superb. And, of course, the knowledge that Aaron Burr himself could have stood right where I sat was every little girl’s dream come true.