This is the death of a restaurant.
It was No. 1 on my list of places I wanted to visit, so today—its last day, because of a lease dispute—I lined up at 9:55, along with dozens of regulars, to eat brunch in the lobby of an old theater. It was incredibly good and incredibly sad.
(Stuffed and bacon-wrapped jalapenos. Bloody mary. Lamb posole.)
Tonight’s made-up-on-the-spot dinner: Italian sausage (local!!) and charred onions with a cilantro-jalapeño-lime sauce.
Spicy peanut noodle salad with red, yellow, and jalapeño peppers, cucumbers, bean sprouts, scallions, basil, and crushed peanuts. And a crazy-easy, makes-up-for-being-single-on-Valentine’s-Day-tasty dressing. Recipe.
Pro prose.
Also, this: “It’s like a miniature Shopsin’s, the legendary New York restaurant with more than 900 menu items.” No higher compliment.