Blue Hill Restaurant
Someday, I will eat at Blue Hill at Stone Barns in New York. As Mr. Nice Guy points out in his post about taking his wife there for their anniversary:
sweet jesus! people, promise me one thing: promise me you’ll eat here before you die. the restaurant is on a large chunk of old Rockefeller estate. it’s still a functional farm: they grow and raise just about everything they serve. the food is so juicy-fresh it practically slaps your face for drooling on it when it arrives. (and slaps you again after you’ve eaten it … when the bill arrives.) think of it as Alice Waters-on-Hudson. probably in my top-five dining experiences.
Yes, please! Duly noted.