Thursday, September 22, 2011
1st Avenue in the East Village last night after our supper at Momofuku. We ate very well. Raw scallops with horseradish and radish sticks, smoked trout with watercress, trout roe and crispy trout skin, char-grilled octopus with raw summer squash, pork buns for him, oysters buns for me, tiny heirloom potatoes dressed with beurre blanc, and then fluffy, whipped tofu with dulce de leche and salty peauts. Nigori sake to drink.
Now off to Wave Hill, via rail. There is something very satisfying about saying to someone, Meet me at the clock in Grand Central.