I’ve been dying to go to Keith McNally’s revival of Minetta Tavern ever since reading Frank Bruni’s tantalizing New York Times review, which described the côte de boeuf as “a sublime hunk of glorious meat that you dream about hours later, pine for the next day and extol in a manner so rapturous and nonstop that friends begin to worry less about your cholesterol than about your sanity.”
Apparently you’re not allowed to take photographs in the speakeasy-glam restaurant (except of yourselves); I was (very, very politely) chastised moments after taking this shot. So I put away the camera…
But nothing stops my trusty camera phone. What? I was just “making a call”…with the lens pointed directly at my plate.
