Bf’s parents were in town this weekend, and we spent the majority of our time (restaurant) touring throughout the city. On Friday we dined at Fonda, one of my favorite Park Slope restaurants, filling our bellies with modern Mexican cuisine before the seeing Nice Work If You Can Get It on Broadway. The show was a musical that builds a good-time plot around songs composed by Tin Pan Alley’s brother-duo, George and Ira Gershwin. The genuinely ironic Matthew Broderick entertained us while his costar Kelli O’Hara sang tunes so sweetly that we forgot about everything else in the room.
The costumes and dance scenes were eye candy that emphasized the melodramatic story line (notice that the dresses match the pinstripes).
Broderick plays a rich womanizer on the threshold of his fourth marriage, which he hopes will prove to his aging millionaire mother that he is responsible enough to run her business.
On Saturday we said cheers to kicking off the weekend at Eataly’s rooftop bar, Birerria. Bf, his mom, and his dad tried some of the house-brewed cask ales. I had the LoverBeer Madamin, a flanders-style sour ale that was tart, but balanced by a malty finish.
We satisfied our subsequent hunger at Giuseppina’s in the South Slope/Greenwood neighborhood of Brooklyn. Our taste buds were coaxed by the crispy crust and bursts of flavor (mushroom and hot & sweet sausage) of a wood fire calzone, convincing us to eat the thing its entirety. It was devoured quickly, as we didn’t want the flavors to fade from our mouths between each bite. We enjoyed it with a bottle of house red.
But in the morning, we woke feeling well rested and ready for another helping of indulgence at Buttermilk Channel, where we brunched on smoked salmon, cream cheese & scallion scrambles…
and a butter lettuce & radish salad with lime vinaigrette. We also ordered a couple of hash browns. They were perfectly salty and had a thick, crispy coating that I dare say rivals the crunch of a Vlasic pickle or Ore Ida french fry.
Bf ordered the eggs benedict, his usual brunch fare (check out the hollandaise sauce on those!).
And sadly, before we knew it, our Sunday had flown by, and bf’s parents were back on a plane to Dallas. But our adventures will continue…