Amy S.
Yelp
Happiness is the Bucket List event that lives up to my unreasonable expectations.
Last week, we went to Butter, Chef Alex Guarnaschelli's restaurant in midtown Manhattan.
Poor Chef. She is my absolute favorite Food Network chef/judge, and I have long dreamt of eating her food. Finally, Tuesday, 30 April 2024, was The Day. And, to complicate matters, we had Carnegie Hall tickets and traffic was as traffic is in Manhattan, namely horrible. So, one might say I didn't make it easy for Chef and her staff.
Stepping into Butter was a delightful surprise. A short elevator ride transported us to the dining room, while a private room on the 10th floor added an intriguing element to the restaurant's layout. I couldn't help but wonder about the dynamics it created for the wait staff.
The dining room is large, with booths circling a capacious bar. The place is wood-lined but suffused with a warm glow that is not at all men's-den-like. I liked the mildly broody wall art (my wife disagrees with me).
We started off with Parker House rolls, with flaky salt and house-made compound butters. I mean, we had to, right? 'Cuz, Butter.
For apps, B opted for the gnocchi mac-n-cheese. My app was the charred octopus with tahini and white beans. Oh, my dear Gd, I was in heaven. From a teensy-tasting bite of the white beans/tahini came such enormous flavor. How did she do that? Octopus is notoriously difficult to get right and easy to get gummy and unappealing. My goodness did this dish G E T I T R I G H T. Wow. B's review of the mac-n-cheese: gnocchi done to toothsome turn, with delicious topping, and almost too rich to finish. But to die for.
For mains, B went pork chop, and I went fish. The double-cut pork chop was mildly smoky, and tender and juicy throughout. Some serious cooking chops are needed (see what I did there?) to cook a chop, at least three inches thick, to be juicy in the middle. We are still marveling at the feat. And those apples, cooked to look like potatoes? Whimsical, delicious, and a perfect accompaniment. My fish--pan-seared branzino--was quite simply the best fish I have ever eaten. The skin, the crispy, crispy skin, just gobsmacked me. And the flesh, tender and meltingly sweet.
For her dessert, B ordered a scoop of chocolate ice cream. I think she thought she'd be getting your basic, maybe even store-bought, chocolate ice cream. Nope, that is not what landed on the table. Don't think it was dark chocolate; perhaps Belgian? Delish. As for me, I treated my happy inner child with the dark chocolate pudding and floated on a cloud of chocolate bliss through the stinking traffic to Carnegie Hall.
A special shout out to our server, Jasmine, who timed our meal perfectly for our concert tickets and was an intelligent and friendly guide to the menu.