Last night I went to Frankies 457 to experience Le Fooding Brooklyn Fling. It was magic. Beautiful weather for eating outdoors. Grapevines overhead. Mellow lights hanging low. Candles by foot. Champagne everywhere. Good company—lots of smiling faces and for good reason. The food was a revelation. My favorites were the scallops crudo—thinly sliced marinated in olive oil with tiny sticks of toasted almonds on top there was also a dish I missed the name of with beautiful pork, a puree of something green and the smallest leek. The star of the night though was the buttermilk sorbet with cucumber. I saw it on the chalk board when I arrived and thought “that better not be dessert.” It sounded like a salad. It tasted like a song. Light as air and not too sweet buttermilk ice cream was surrounded by thinly sliced and diced cucumber and sprinkled with delicious herbs—maybe lemon verbena. There were also a few teeny bits of white chocolate. I could not believe how refreshing and delicious this last course was. The meal was all the better because of the cool people I sat and talked with—all of us around a long table with a mini bottle of Veuve per person.
It was the kind of night that makes you fall in love with New York all over again. As I rode in a taxi across the Manhattan Bridge and stared at all the lights I was reminded of what makes this city great—constant energy and possibility of a beautiful surprise almost everywhere.