Bar Americain
52nd Street between 6th and 7th
There's nothing like hot potato crisps. Americans call them chips. I call Bobby Flay's version delicious. His chips (Americans call them fries) were tasty and crisp, but nothing beats the crisps.
The sweet potato gratin was, to be sure, sweet. The creamed kale was interesting, the fatty cream offsetting the bitterness of the kale.
I had an excellent asparagus salad, with gorgeous pencil thin asparagus.
Washed it down with a taste of a Schramsberg rose, a glass of cava rosat. and followed by some kind of non-cloying dessert wine. Not bad.
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