Over Thanksgiving break, Sparker and I went to Carbone, a restaurant that we both had been reading/hearing tons about (and after waiting two months for our reservation).
Carbone was definitely worth the wait - we started the meal with whiskey sours (and made a friend at the bar who sent over some bourbon, natch) and then had baked mussels, sizzling pancetta with sea urchin, and Caesar salad that they mixed at the table for us, down to the anchovies in the dressing. For our main course, we had rigatoni (perfectly al dente) with a vodka sauce - perfection! And although we were stuffed, we had to have the lemon cheesecake for dessert.
The restaurant and the waitstaff were plucked straight out of Vito Corleone’s world, complete with a Frank Sinatra filled playlist (that is, until midnight, when it was straight up Jay Z and Biggie). By the time that the check came, SP and I were in such a blissful food coma that we weren’t nearly as alarmed by the steep bill as we should have been.
Now Carbone has been named the best new restaurant of 2013 by Bloomberg’s Ryan Sutton. Mangia!