sunday morning started much like saturday morning, three lazy almost late-twentysomethings bumming around indoors because the outdoors were still harsh. it should come as no surprise that we proceeded to order more hot & crusty from their lexington location, except this time we opted for bagels with cream cheese and butter. mm, how new york! there really wasn’t anything on the to-do list this valentine’s day except a late lunch/early dinner, so we napped on and off until the early afternoon.
now, on our trek up to new york last friday phillip and i both agreed that he needed a new suitcase. his old rollerboard was a bit beat up and the handle was stuck inside the suitcase, meaning that phillip had to literally carry his carry-on wherever he went. we all know what that meant: it was time to go shopping!
natalie, phillip, and i finally peeled ourselves out of bed, petted wyatt goodbye, and quickly grabbed a cab uptown to the local harlem marshall’s. we figured this place would be a good bet for some new luggage and we were right. phillip found himself a very stylish black samsonite, four-wheel suitcase. it looks smart and sharp and expertly suited to him – it’s like it was made just for phillip! he rolled that bad boy out of the store with a grin on his face. nothing makes a day great like the perfect find!
we had just enough time to drop off the suitcase and then get back in a big yellow taxi to make our 4:30 reservation at the smith over in the east village. the hostess took our name, grabbed some menus, and promptly showed us to our table. this restaurant is, without question, a quintessential new york bistro and, if i do say so myself, quite spacious! they have a long bar where you can rub elbows with other locals and travelers, large tables for family gatherings, and two- and three-seaters for intimate meals. we were cozied up with one another at a smaller round table, right in the middle of it all. although there weren’t many folks around us at the start of the meal, it wasn’t too long before the restaurant filled up with the early dinner crowd.
now, we were originally under the impression that we’d be doing a late brunch together, especially considering that the table right inside the door was covered with plates full of french toast and egg scrambles. unfortunately, though, we somehow hit a strange half hour of time between sunday brunch and actual dinner. the waitress informed us we’d be dining off the twilight menu, so we just had to roll with it. i’ll say, though, that the people around us who ordered dinner looked spoiled with their huge bowls overflowing with pasta and chicken pot pie. although we ended up enjoying what we ordered (which i’ll describe next), i’d be lying if i said we weren’t slightly disappointed. i guess we’ll just have to come back!
we each put in a drink order and then natalie insisted we have a mound of the hot potato chips, homemade potato chips slathered in bleu cheese fondue. oh my gosh, you guys, i’m not joking when i say i could have eaten the entire order of them and died happy right then and there. this starter is a massive portion and can easily satisfy a group of three to five people. the deep bowl means there are a lot of layers, but the kitchen does right by you to dress nearly every single chip with the fondue. i don’t doubt that i could write a whole blog about just these chips. mm!