When I first started blogging a few years ago I was over on Tumblr, a platform that lent itself to much shorter, more diary-style posts (“Here I am at sushi! Here is the shirt I bought! Here is my dog!” et cetera). And so I did a lot of blogging about local spots I went to. If I went to a restaurant and ate something, it probably ended up getting posted on my site.
I don’t really do that anymore, mostly because I don’t want to bore non-Westchester-or-NYC readers, but every so often I discover a place that I need to let you know about.
Kendrick’s been telling me about The Cookery, in Dobbs Ferry (a short MetroNorth ride from Grand Central, if you’re based in NYC) and how we haaaave to gooooo for a few months now, ever since a friend took him there. On Sunday we got the chance to stop in for brunch, and:
Oooooo.
What you see there is (clockwise from top): ricotta crostini with honey and thyme, buttery salty potatoes (they’re actually called that) with parmigiano and slovenian fleur de sel, poutine with pig’s gravy and a soft-boiled egg, and Buzz Lightyear.
Oooooo.
I was about to be mildly disappointed when we ordered the “Kid’s Pasta” for our son and what arrived was approximately twenty pieces of buttered rigatoni (for nine dollars), but weirdly enough, it was amazing. I don’t know whether they used some fancy butter or house-made pasta or what, but it was all Kendrick and I could do to not steal our two-year-old’s lunch.
Suggestions: Go for the prix-fixe brunch (three courses plus a cocktail for $24/pp) or please, please try the pig dinner (which The Cookery’s website refers to as GASTRONOMIC PERVERSIONS AND BARBARISM) and report back. Please.
P.S. Just because of mild tangential relevance, check out this post I wrote back in 2011 about cheap NYC dates. Kendrick and I look like we’re twelve years old.
