We had brunch last weekend at Barney Greengrass the Sturgon King, the famed Upper West Side restaurant and fish emporium. We were shocked to find that there was no line, and they sat our group of 6 almost immediately. By contrast, the line at Popover’s Cafe, a nice enough but undistinguished place down the street, was out the door.
No line at Barney Greengrass?
Could it be due to the influx of Neaveau Riche to the now toney, high-rent Upper West Side? Types that don’t appreciate a good plate of Nova and eggs or a bit of creamed herring? Do they really prefer an overbaked popover to a cheese blintz, which, by the way, Mr TBTAM’s cousin Maureen declared was the closest she’d ever tasted to Aunt Eleanor’s homemade?
Mr TBTAM says I’m over-reacting, and it was just that we ventured out so late that day. (It was almost 2pm).
I sure hope he’s right…