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As delighted as The Astronomer and I were with our dinner at Eleven Madison Park on a previous trip to New York, a repeat visit wasn’t in the cards this time around because much to our dismay, the restaurant had changed its winning formula.
In place of the elegant and beloved grid menu filled with whimsical and seasonal bites is a $195 tasting menu paying tribute to the history and spirit of New York City. While the idea of a “Hudson Valley carrot tartar” and a “Central Park picnic” sounded neat, the changes reeked of pandering to “The World’s 50 Best Restaurants” list, which made me feel inexplicably sad and not the least bit hungry.
To get our fill of Chef Daniel Humm’s cooking and General Manager Will Guidara’s hospitality, we headed instead to their latest venture inside The NoMad Hotel. The NoMad Restaurant is slightly less formal than Eleven Madison Park, with dark and moody dining rooms furnished with banquettes so plush that I had to sit on a pillow to see over the table.
The a la carte menu here was “inspired by Chef Daniel’s time spent throughout Switzerland, California, and New York City,” according to the restaurant’s website.
To start was a fantastic loaf of charred onion focaccia with sweet potato, rosemary, and sage served warm from the oven. The bread’s intriguingly dark tone was accomplished using bamboo ash.
Even though it’s highly frowned upon to set the alarm clock on Saturdays and Sundays at the Astro-Gastro household, certain compromises had to be made this past weekend in order to satisfy my irrepressible craving for The Parish‘s breakfast sandwiches.
Painful as it was to rise to the sound of angry and incessant beeps, one bite of Chef Casey Lane’s “Fried Chicken, Maple & Pickles” ($4) and the sacrifice seemed but a pittance to pay for a reward this delicious. Who needs restful shuteye when there’s crispy fried chicken topped with pitch perfect pickles in between warm, mustard-glazed biscuits to be had?





