He Said/She Said: Bianca
March 15, 2004
Two B14 correspondents, DR and KS, separately dined at new Bleecker (@ Bowery) Italian eatery Bianca
this weekend. Now, exclusively on Below 14th, the genders face off! HER:
"Expressing delight at the recent influx of 'tall women,' the maitre d' escorted us to a prime table. A bit more charming and polished, or perhaps just newer and therefore more interesting than Frank
, Bianca sports a shabby chic, hyper-cozy warmth. And it's really, really noisy. The menu was pretty nice, except for one item: Giant boiled sausage.
The special entree, some sort of hand-cranked pasta with white wine clam sauce, looked to be a winner. The flavor was there, but so faint that many bites were just bland floury pasta. When the owner asked how everything was, intently wondering what we ladies thought, I made the mistake of telling him the truth. He got cranky. 'Well I will be SURE to tell the chef!' Note to self: Italians never want to know the truth if it's not glowing. Dessert was on the house." HIM:
"The maitre'd had a pleasant, crazed smile that suggested that he had spent the last three nights in Atlantic City with Fred, Resort's memorable gatekeeper
, and several other old friends. Our first glass of wine tasted like something you would receive if you ordered the Pinot at Lit
circa 3:45 a.m. The sommelier, who likely joined Fred and the maitre'd during their jaunt, expressed condemnation of our disapproval
and charged us for the wine anyway. After that, it's just tough to get excited about a menu that emphasizes so much sausage. The food was good, though I really just wanted to be at a bar watching the UConn game, so my criticisms and observations may be unwarranted and/or unfounded. The real highlight was the wait at Von
, which now features the hottest bartender in New York
The hottest bartender of what gender in New York?
Posted by: Eliot at March 15, 2004 12:17 PM
Not only is she hot, she's a sweetheart. One cold early evening, she let me wait inside the bar unattended (I had arrived half an hour before it opened), while she went down in the basement to get liquor restocks. Yes, it's true, I have a pretty trusting face, but still.
Posted by: blubox at March 15, 2004 05:39 PM
It's true, blu - you did have a trusting face - until your journey into the heretofore unknown firey border of humankind known as "Williamsburg". That really aged you. Hate to say it.
Also: I get it now, Lock. But how am I to identify your strapping and virile friend from "KS"? My natural tendency is to assume that everyone in a blind item is gay, anyhow.
Posted by: Eliot at March 16, 2004 11:36 AM
By the way - I take I'm the only wondered why someone had named their new eatery "Binaca"?
Posted by: Eliot at March 16, 2004 11:37 AM
Me good grammar use - me cave boy
In other news - I'll be shutting the fuck up now
Posted by: Eliot at March 16, 2004 11:39 AM
Slower.net, ladies and gentlemen. And you thought it was just a clever URL...
Posted by: Lock at March 16, 2004 12:16 PM
Sweet and talented I should add. One night as the evening wound down like Bavarian cookoo clock, she suprised those of us left at the bar with an amazing trick. A trick one would expect in the brothals of Siam.
Posted by: Joe Regular at March 16, 2004 01:12 PM
And although the wine was not our fave, we drank it up.
Um, aspirin is good, too.
Posted by: Rufus King at March 19, 2004 10:05 AM