Now, as much it might seem like some kind of purposive anti-Valentine's Day gesture to go see this depressing story of unwed infanticide (in Czech, no less), it wasn't like that at all. It was the only performance in this current run I was free for.
I hadn't thought much about problems with dinner beforehand. I mean, I realized it might be hard to get into places, but I usually dine alone at the bar before performances, and I didn't think the Valentine's Day throngs would have any effect on that.
What I didn't think of was the dread problem of Valentine's Day menus.
I plopped down at the bar at my usual pre-opera haunt, Picholine -- no problem getting a bar seat -- only to be told (after they let me order a cocktail, I must say) that all they were serving was their Valentine's Day menu. No bar menu, and not the normal main menu. The Valentine's Day menu seemed to have been specially designed to cherry-pick the most boring items off their normal menu (and to serve boring, simplified versions of those, as well). (I guess it was really the easiest items to prepare -- the bartender explained to me that with the usual influx of customers on Valentine's Day a limited menu was all the kitchen could handle.) And the premium charged was, of course, ridiculous. They told me I could order dishes off the menu a la carte if I wanted, but I was just too disgusted. I left.
I then endured the familiar ritual of wandering around the Lincoln Center area looking for a place -- anyplace -- to buy something to eat, however bad. No seats at O'Neal's. No seats at the antipasto bar at Fiorella's. No seats at Josephina's. No seats at Rosa Mexicana. I looked wistfully at the future home of Bar Boulud, opening this Spring. I reflected that by 2010 I might even be able to get in there one night.
Finally, I decided to bite the bullet and walk over to Cafe Gray. Plenty of bar seats. They, too, had a special (overpriced) Valentine's Day menu -- but Gray Kunz couldn't cook boringly if you put a gun to his head. I ordered two items off it -- a turbot en papillote and veal and mushrooms -- and they were both absolutely delicious. No fall-off in execution, as is often reported on "special" nights like Valentine's and New Year's -- although the weather kept the place from being as mobbed as might otherwise be. I'm mildly pissed off that there were no mignardaises with my coffee, though.
This post has been edited by Sneakeater: 15 February 2007 - 10:51 AM

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