1815 Broadhollow Road Suite D
Farmingdale, NY 11735
Nassau County
Phone: (631) 756-8430
Fax: unknownWebsite: no website on fileEmail: no email on fileHours: unknown
by ADP P. on We ate here in 2003 and it was really good then. Its been on my list for awhile, even more so now that we have that celebrity chef thing going on in Atlanta. I had friends visiting from out of town (Yay Frolicon!) last weekend and they went ahead and made a reservation for dinner when they got their plane tickets. Boy, was I glad they included me. So after perusing the menu, the four of us decided to create our own tasting/sharing menu by just ordering 4 firsts, 4 seconds, 4 entrees, 4 bottles of wine, several baskets of bread, but only 2 desserts. For the firsts - we had both the arugula and baby lettuce salads, potato leek soup and a cold shrimp dish. The greens were tender and perfect, the dressing on the arugula complimented the pepperiness perfectly and the potato and leek soup creamy with firm little leek circles. That was a hard one to pass around. Since one of my friends kept the wine list in his clutches the entire evening, I'm not sure what we drank, but it was good and I was starting to get a nice buzz on. We drank a lot of white that I'd never heard of before. For the seconds we had the scallop, the risotto, the foie gras and substituted the sunchokes from the veggie list for the trotters. Dividing up one lovely scallop 4 ways was enough of a challenge. All were excellent, the sunchokes had a wonderful roasted flavor and texture and the strawberry sauce a perfect compliment to perfect foie gras. And the service - impeccable. We'd originally been seated at a small table but they were kind enough to move us to a private room before we ordered. This was good, because the conversation became a little less restrained as the wine wore on. I'm sure our waiter overheard some interesting dialog. Ok, back to the food. The entrees came out with a red. The halibut, pork loin, beef strip and duck breast. I wouldn't normally have ordered a halibut - thats like salmon, something I cook at home, but the fish was firmand perfectly seasoned. The sherry chocolate sauce and beets went with little slices of duck. The beef and pork was wonderful as well, the kale had a nice texture and neither leathery or slimy. I've managed to avoid brussel sprouts up until now, but creamed brussel sprouts went well with the beef - tender and flavorful - went with every bite. Dessert - I'm glad we only ordered two. Lemon merinque tart and something chocolate with home made whip cream in a chocolate cage! I'll post a picture of that - it was screaming awesome. And to meet the needs of the serious coffee junkies at the table - Counter Culture. So was it good? Uh, has the Pope gotten some bad press recently? Ok, all my out of town friends must come and visit me now!
by Antony Loughman on I walked in here with a bag stuffed with a 30 gb iPod, a bottle of Cusano Rojo Mezcal and a bottle of 12 year Glenlivet- items I had won at my employee party. Nothing could kill my high. There I was in the Harry Denton Starlight Room, owned by Kimpton group, with my girlfriend and a group of drunk mexicans, and Jon, whose jewish. We showed up at about one thirty five and ordered a woodford reserve manhattan and a glass of Nicolas Feuilatte Rose Champagne, which costs us somewhere near forty dollars. The bartender was nice, italian, and our drinks were superb. Then the lights went on. Then some ass came around and told us that we had to finish our drinks. Legally, we thought, we could stay until two o'clock right? I didn't go to Hastings, but I thought that was pretty much correct. I said, "How about five minutes." He replied, "I'll give you one minute." Then he came back very soon. I don't know if it was a minute, I was kinda drunk on the red worm. He told us we had to finish our drinks. I said something to the lines of harassment and my gal gave him the uptown attitude and talked about bar time. Then this goober actually took our drinks out of our hands. On buddha's belly, I swear to god it was only one fifty. Our drinks were still full. Sacrilege! CarrieAnn was pissed and asked for his name, and the gent spelled it out for us loudly and insultingly, like he knew he wasn't going to get in trouble. She told him mockingly that he was very good at his job, in which he replied, "For your information, I'm a mortgage broker!" wtf? "So you must be making millions!" She said. I replied, "For your information-," And then I said something kinda bad. He got right up in my face and replied. "You know, little boy, if we were out on the street I would give you a full body massage." So I headed into the elevator and I was actually excited. I never get to swear at anyone. What a jerk! Baby was livid. We went to the front desk of the Francis Drake and asked to speak to a manager, followed by this drunk french guy who was behind us being french saying, "fehqing sheeet, dat guy wez sech ah ezhol!" We got an escort back upstairs. I think I even did a little jig in front of my coworkers who were chilling in the lounge. The manager was in his stree clothes and all the bartenders had taken off their tuxeo jackets. One dress shirt was even de-sleeved. I thought that classy. Two little girls were sitting in a booth with glasses of over oaked California red thinking, "Oh my gawd, why are they, like, interrupting our after party?" The manager reimbursed us with money from his own wallet. Doorass was gone. We went home and baby wrote three different high ups within the specific hotel, restaurant and bar faction we were insulted in about our unpleasant experience. They failed to resolve the issue appropriately and we weren't invited back. We thought about going last night. I kinda want to go and drop a multi hundred on a nice varietal champagne and a couple glasses of Louis, and then test their bar time quota. Four stars for the italian bartender. Negative twenty seven stars for the doorman and one star for Harry Denton's Starlight room.
