A quickie trip to New York invariably raises lots of questions. Bus, train or plane? Museum, concert or play? Motel 6 -- or the Four Seasons? Washington Post food critic Tom Sietsema shares his answers to the three most common questions about eating in the Big Apple.
Q. I just got a raise/got engaged/turned 50. Where should we celebrate?
A. Here's what separates a good restaurant from a great one: When you surrender your wrap to the coat checker, he or she doesn't give you a claim ticket. They just remember who gave them which coat. Another distinguishing moment in an evening full of them at Eleven Madison Park involves the amuse-bouche, which isn't just one treat but a flurry of five on a single white plate. Enough for everyone to try everything.
Owner Danny Meyer, who helped revolutionize American service in Manhattan with such crowd-pleasers as Union Square Cafe and Gramercy Tavern, thinks of everything. And beginning with the arrival of Daniel Humm in the kitchen in 2006, Eleven Madison Park in the Flatiron has evolved from a swell place to know about to one of the starriest places to eat in the city.
Humm, 33, employs the trends du jour, the froths and such of his peers, but they never detract from the pure flavor of the ingredients.
The cooking isn't all that holds your attention here. The service, as at all of Meyer's establishments, is smooth and gracious; the good bones and high ceiling of the former Metropolitan Life Building lend grandeur to the marble-rich Art Deco room. (Fear not. The buzz from the front bar keeps a meal here from being too serious an occasion.)
My critic's radar goes off when a bottle of cognac shows up and pours are doled out. "Be sure to put it on my tab," I remind the general manager. Without prompting, the bill comes with an envelope containing the labels from the wines we've enjoyed.
My friends and I rub our eyes. We're not dreaming, but dinner at Eleven Madison sure makes it seem so.