J&Guest:
Corned Beef Scotch Egg, spring greens and chive creme fraiche
Thrice Cooked Fries, horseradish aioli
Cocktails:
Pimm's Cup, City of London Gin, Pimm's No. 1, ginger beer, cucumber, lemon, mint
The Treasure Hunt, Sipsmith Gin, Cocchi Americano, Tempus Fugit Cacao, lavendar bitters
Dark and Stormy, dark rum, ginger beer, lime juice
Notes:
My friend and I shopped the day away in Union Square and ended up at The Cavalier, being one of the few places around that was serving food at 4pm. By the time Patrick joined us, we had already eaten a few bites, so he had a only cocktail. Ordinarily, I wouldn't write about a place that Patrick and I didn't visit together, but I thought this worth mentioning since it's a question in my mind whether we would come back.
This place is on our list, with an upscale take on British pub food. It's yet another restaurant in the Marlowe family, and I have a thing for these restaurants, the idea of them, at least.
My friend and I sat at the bar, and were eventually approached by "the aloof bartender", you know the type. We ordered a couple of cocktails; nicely made, but it took longer than I think it should, a complaint I have in general with the "craft" cocktail. For snacks, we opted for the Scotch egg and thrice-cooked fries. The egg, a single egg, enveloped with a thin coat of finely shredded corned beef and deep fried, was served nestled in heavy sauce flecked with mustard seed and garnished with a few micro arugula leaves on the side. The breading on the outside was paper thin, and evenly golden brown; when we cut into it, the white appeared tender and the yolk, perfectly runny. It was a beauty, but it was nearly cold. This masterpiece, this $15 egg, was cold, the sauce was oddly textured and unappealing (and definitely not the "chive creme fraiche" listed on the menu), and the little leaves of arugula were sharp with vinegar . If I'm paying $15 dollars for AN EGG, it better be mother-loving perfect. And it wasn't.
The fries were pretty awesome, though a paltry serving. They forgot the horseradish aioli, and by the time I realized it, there was no bartender in sight to fix the problem. And had I waited until there were, I would have had cold fries. So I begrudgingly ate the delicious fries without the (delicious, I'm sure) horseradish aioli.
Soon after, Patrick joined us and ordered a dark and stormy from a different, slightly more amiable bartender. The drink was terrible - entirely too much rum and not nearly enough of the ginger or lime - it was bitter and boozy.
So, after all of that, I'm not sure we want to come back here. I'm not sure I want to give this place (and the food) another try based on my first experience. If the prices weren't so outrageous, I might not be so...outraged. But seriously, how could I not be?
This place is on our list, with an upscale take on British pub food. It's yet another restaurant in the Marlowe family, and I have a thing for these restaurants, the idea of them, at least.
My friend and I sat at the bar, and were eventually approached by "the aloof bartender", you know the type. We ordered a couple of cocktails; nicely made, but it took longer than I think it should, a complaint I have in general with the "craft" cocktail. For snacks, we opted for the Scotch egg and thrice-cooked fries. The egg, a single egg, enveloped with a thin coat of finely shredded corned beef and deep fried, was served nestled in heavy sauce flecked with mustard seed and garnished with a few micro arugula leaves on the side. The breading on the outside was paper thin, and evenly golden brown; when we cut into it, the white appeared tender and the yolk, perfectly runny. It was a beauty, but it was nearly cold. This masterpiece, this $15 egg, was cold, the sauce was oddly textured and unappealing (and definitely not the "chive creme fraiche" listed on the menu), and the little leaves of arugula were sharp with vinegar . If I'm paying $15 dollars for AN EGG, it better be mother-loving perfect. And it wasn't.
The fries were pretty awesome, though a paltry serving. They forgot the horseradish aioli, and by the time I realized it, there was no bartender in sight to fix the problem. And had I waited until there were, I would have had cold fries. So I begrudgingly ate the delicious fries without the (delicious, I'm sure) horseradish aioli.
Soon after, Patrick joined us and ordered a dark and stormy from a different, slightly more amiable bartender. The drink was terrible - entirely too much rum and not nearly enough of the ginger or lime - it was bitter and boozy.
So, after all of that, I'm not sure we want to come back here. I'm not sure I want to give this place (and the food) another try based on my first experience. If the prices weren't so outrageous, I might not be so...outraged. But seriously, how could I not be?
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