Kismet! On a previous visit to The Breslin, not to my liking we were seated at a table in the rear part of the restaurant. A small two top, nestled between two larger tables, and away from all the action of this vivacious restaurant, it was not the best of tables. And for anyone who knows me well, placement is a virtual part of a good dining experience for me. But as the saying goes, everything happens for a reason, and the initial disappointment quickly turned to appetent, mouth-watering anticipation.
Glancing up from my delectably satiating scotch egg (http://theoysterblog.com/2011/01/26/the-scotch-egg-and-oysters-at-the-breslin/), there it was! An entire hog carefully transported from the grand kitchen, and placed among a group of diners gathered around the cozy chef’s table anterior to the open kitchen. Perhaps barbaric on some level, it was a vision of scrumptious beauty. The following day a reservation was secured for the next available 8pm Saturday seating. And two months later, it was finally our turn.
Dining at a chef’s table is always a distinguishable, almost elite, experience within the culinary hierarchy. Usually in close proximity to an open kitchen, with a specifically designed menu, the dishes tend to sway from the regular menu for a memorable gastronomical affair. Adhering to these basics, The Breslin kicks some serious butt, offering an entire Suckling Pig for eight to twelve pork-loving guests.
Our meal nonchalantly began with their notoriously unparalleled cesear salad with anchovy croutons, followed by duck fat roasted potatoes, roasted fennel, and broccoli rabe. Then the main attraction made his appearance. Having fun with the whole thing, my friends went so far as to name our little beast, Wilbur. It was mean, and cruel, but hilarious at the same time. So here we were, at Wilbur’s going away party! Our server was kind enough to carve the little guy for us. First bite of the crispy skin sent our palates into motion, followed by the tender, juicy meat on the inside and then the grand finale-the carving of the head, revealing the small delicacies inside. After we exhausted ourselves tasting as much of the piggy anatomy as our stomach’s would allow for, the carcass was removed and we tended to our sweet tooth with their bittersweet chocolate tart. It was quite the meal. Twelve friends, a whole pig, and a lot of laughter.
Of course, not even an entire suckling pig can appease my craving for oysters. Being only a few steps away from The John Dory Oyster bar, there was no leaving the Ace Hotel without a quick stop. A half dozen West Coast oysters later, I was ready to call it a night.
Oink Oink!
The Breslin
16 W 29th St
New York, NY 10001
(646) 214-5788