That expensive new dress in my closet has been insisting I take it to Blackbird all summer. When I finally did it was in good company. Nearly everyone–overtired artist types, overfed business types–turned out in black or white, which look great against Blackbird’s sleek gray interior, sort of the minimalist haute diner effect. There’s no art at Blackbird, save for one big sticky painting. No art, that is, until you get serious about dinner. Then there’s plenty to admire.
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The potatoes are all crisped up in a neat round nest, the sort of thing a fastidious blackbird might construct. Once you crack it open, you’ve pretty much got a hearty breakfast of bacon, eggs, and homefries, elevated to dinner status with a fig leaf of endive.
Meaty rounds of ripe red tomato, thin slices of crunchy green tomato, little taste-bombs of yellow tomato tossed with mild, dense white anchovies. This tastes like summer, all its warmth and spice and mosquito bites.
Main Lobster Salad
Tender tender tender, accompanied by beautifully glazed and dazed potatoes.
Chocolate Crespes
