Sharon Bowman
Sharon Bowman
So, there is this new place on Orchard Street in what the Bowery Boys (check them out) call the "douche rectangle"; i.e. bounded by Allen Street, Essex Street, Houston Street and Delancey Street in New York's Lower East Side.
One shouldn't entirely discount the zone, because come on, the under-reported Contra, with wine chosen by Jorge Riera (yay!) is great, and those folk also have a new sister (or brother, who wantsa be sexist?) restaurant Wildair in that part of the world.
But a new place opened a couple of months ago specializing in cider, which, I fall to my knees and clap hands in a steeple position: no beer, just ciiiiiider.
I finally made it there on Saturday evening and sampled, with a guinea pig friend (from Jamaica, not New Guinea; also, human, not guinea pig) six different "hard" ciders from tap.
Y'know... well...
We went to Ten Bells after, and the very first wine we had was worlds more complex.
And that's my complex. Where is the place of these other breuvages? I've never been a beer person, but I've sometimes liked cider. Yet when I've tried to take "serious" ciders seriously, I end up scratching my head.
Separately, as I've posted this under the header of the restaurant/cider bar itself, their choice has been to be vegetarian. I disconcert with strictures such, but was mollified and palliated or whatever you will with the fact that there were some fucking rocking dishes of wild mushrooms, including a dance-about-the-room morel affair with garlic scapes, and some lightly treated small porcini fresh from Oregon. Also, quail Scotch eggs in polenta, well-played.
But I still question the focus on cider. I mean, yes, cider. But only if one's working the scythe in the overgrown back garden or something.
Input?
One shouldn't entirely discount the zone, because come on, the under-reported Contra, with wine chosen by Jorge Riera (yay!) is great, and those folk also have a new sister (or brother, who wantsa be sexist?) restaurant Wildair in that part of the world.
But a new place opened a couple of months ago specializing in cider, which, I fall to my knees and clap hands in a steeple position: no beer, just ciiiiiider.
I finally made it there on Saturday evening and sampled, with a guinea pig friend (from Jamaica, not New Guinea; also, human, not guinea pig) six different "hard" ciders from tap.
Y'know... well...
We went to Ten Bells after, and the very first wine we had was worlds more complex.
And that's my complex. Where is the place of these other breuvages? I've never been a beer person, but I've sometimes liked cider. Yet when I've tried to take "serious" ciders seriously, I end up scratching my head.
Separately, as I've posted this under the header of the restaurant/cider bar itself, their choice has been to be vegetarian. I disconcert with strictures such, but was mollified and palliated or whatever you will with the fact that there were some fucking rocking dishes of wild mushrooms, including a dance-about-the-room morel affair with garlic scapes, and some lightly treated small porcini fresh from Oregon. Also, quail Scotch eggs in polenta, well-played.
But I still question the focus on cider. I mean, yes, cider. But only if one's working the scythe in the overgrown back garden or something.
Input?