No. 7

7 Greene Street, Fort Greene

It was the bartender's first day, and it took quite a while to get a drink. But the bar was comfortable, and there were hooks for bags under the bar. Very important.

Melissa Kai and I shared a an arugula salad with a "butter crouton," which was really like a toasted brioche with lots of butter . My roast pork came with the arugula salad, and deep fried eggs. The pork was super tender, and pink, the color of make-up blush. Melissa had a fried broccoli, which Kai proclaimed was the best broccoli he'd ever had. Significant praise from a man who hates vegetables. It was breaded in maybe panko and then fried, and there may have been some cheese involved within. These gargantuan fried things, which could have been mistaken for fried chicken, sat on a black bean puree. More arugula.

Then the main courses. I had a seared cod with a light broth, with 3 flavorpacked cockles. There were slivers of jalapenos. The cod was more of a salted bacalhau style; in fact, the portugese would have gone apeshit at the excellent preparation. Melissa and Kai both had the hangar steak(not much choice, since they were out of chicken and the lasagne, the only other option would have been smoked salmon. boring.)

They nailed the hangar steak. Perfect temperature. And the kimchi pierogis were surprisingly tasty. "Toothsome" was the word I used, right after I swallowed a mouthful of what tasted like a bean and kimchi puree.

We didn't skip dessert, but we wish we had. The vanilla pudding was soapy, and the sesame devil's food situation was all wrong. Really bad dessert.