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SHO, La Grenouille, Colicchio & Sons or Gotham. Where would you go?

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I've narrowed it down to these 4 restaurants for my husband's birthday and need some help. Based solely on food, which would you choose?

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  1. We haven't been to Colicchio & Sons, and its been ages since we ate at Gotham B&G (mid-90's). Between SHO and Grenouille, it depends on whether you prefer innovative cuisine (Asian-inspired French) or very tradtional French. It would be a tough call for me, since I loved the food at both. But if hard pressed, I'd choose Grenouille.

    Btw, I know you asked for opinions based solely on the food, but of the four, Grenouille is the only one that requires jackets. Do you have a problem with that?

    SHO Photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/11863391...

    La Grenouille photos: http://www.flickr.com/photos/11863391...

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    1. re: RGR

      Thanks, RGR. The jacket won't be an issue. He usually likes to wear one at nicer restaurants anyway.

      We normally go to places that are more modern so I think it might be nice to switch it up a little. But I have to say.. I think I preferred the SHO photos. :)

      1. re: getbusyeating

        I vote very strongly for Grenouille over SHO. It is simply a much better and more polished restaurant. One of the classic NY restaurants that should not be missed.

        1. re: getbusyeating

          Also if you want Asian -inspired French, I'd put Jean-Georges on your list. And have you considered Eleven Madison Park?

          1. re: gutsofsteel

            We've been to both and absolutely love both. I'd like to take him to a place he hasn't been before.

            1. re: getbusyeating

              If you love them both...go to La Grenouille.

              1. re: gutsofsteel

                Thanks for your rec. I'll let you know how it goes if we end up going there.

      2. La Grenouille is gorgeous and a wonderful experience. Go there.

        1. Based on food alone: La Grenouille.
          If you haven't been there before, definitely, go. It's the last of the great-big-fat French restaurants.
          And the flowers are absolutely breathtaking (at this point I know the OP's saying "but the food, the food..." and although I know you can't eat flowers, they sure make the place look awfully pretty. Nobody else does decor quite the way they do.
          Did I say I like La Grenouille?

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          1. re: shaogo

            Thanks, shaogo.

            Actually, it's mainly because of La Grenouille that I asked for a decision based solely on food. I read a lot of go because it's the last of these restaurants around. And go because of the flowers. Well that's all fine and dandy, but what about the food?!. Good to know the food is just as good, or an even better reason to go.

            1. re: getbusyeating

              The food at La Grenouille is lovely. There's an active thread now on what to order there...

              1. re: getbusyeating

                La Grenouille is definitely not just about the gorgeous flowers and the ambiance. Actually, I happen to think there are way too many tables jammed into the place. We lucked out and were seated at a snug little corner table for two. In any case, the food really is excellent!

                1. re: RGR

                  Really? I've never felt crammed at La Grenouille. In fact I've been seated side-by-side several times which I love.

                  1. re: gutsofsteel

                    I remember a couple of reviews that mentioned the tight seating there. My favorite spot to sit is at a corner table where you can look out into the entire restaurant. I think I'll request that when I make the reservations.

                    1. re: gutsofsteel

                      I've never felt crammed either. They are very good at pulling out the tables along the banquettes to make it easy to get in and out, and once seated, I've never felt too close to the other tables.

                      1. re: gutsofsteel

                        I have no problem with side-by-side seating though our table for two at the front end of a banqette had us cater-corner from each other giving both of us a view of the entire back room. At some tables, there were people seated facing a wall. In any case, there are so many tables jammed into the front and back rooms that the distance between the tables is exceedingly close. Don't get me wrong. This would not keep me from going back. In addition to the wonderful food and excellent service, a huge plus for me is that did not play any music!

                2. I have not been to Grenouille, but can strongly recommend SHO. If you go, request a table for two along the glass wall overlooking the kitchen. Almost like a chef's table. Enjoy!

                  1. I like to take my husband somewhere new for his birthday every year. Last year it was Corton. Very nice! This year (last month) we went to SHO. I would definitely rate it as a wow! You are asking about the food: it was wonderful, and my husband and I love to eat out-high and low. Every course was perfect; my only quibble was the mignardises served with the coffee. They were beautifully presented but I thought the macarroons were stale. Since a birthday celebration includes the ambiance - I 'd give it an A+. La Grenouille has always been one of my favorite restaurants, so for me to recommend SHO is very heartfelt

                    1. I wouldn't opt for SHO. as stated elsewhere i found the food, the decor and the service to fine, but as a whole it left me a little cold. Nothing sparkled, nothing was overly creative or groundbreaking and playful in anyway. nothing was bad, in fact everything was good, but it struck me as a sort of ice queen of a place

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                      1. re: thew

                        Totally agree.

                      2. Thanks everyone for your recommendations! We had a great time at La Grenouille. The food, ambiance, service... they were all amazing.

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                        1. re: getbusyeating

                          Oh good - I'm glad you enjoyed it. What did you eat?

                          1. re: MMRuth

                            I tried to link to my husband's write up of the restaurant, but it was removed. I guess it goes against the rules? I tried to do a quick search for the rules and came up empty.. so I hope copy and pasting his post here is okay. (It's long.)

                            Again, thanks for the recommendation. We had a great time.

                            La Grenouille (means the frog, sounds like the rat, tastes like chicken)

                            Widely known as the last bastion of old-school, classic French dining in New York City, La Grenouille was much more relaxed than I expected it to be. Upon our entrance into the magnificent, if packed and tight-quartered, dining room, the crowd was booming. Underneath the ocean of grey hair, there were people having serious fun. One recalls the childhood giddiness often accompanying the opportunity to stay up past one’s bedtime.

                            The dining room is a pastel-colored and mirror homage to your great aunt’s finest cocktail party.

                            And I say that with all due respect. The first word to occur to me, while being led to our seats through a narrow, snaking path between tables, might have been, dare I say, “cheerful”. It was an atmosphere of celebration. Patrons were laughing and loud, flowers were big and welcoming, and the whole place might as well said to us: we’re having a great time, and we’re glad you could join us.

                            The way our dinner kicked off, though, I was semi-grateful not to be dumped out front in a garbage bag full of frog femurs. Point one. Convinced that my middle-school French was sufficient not to botch the name of the establishment, yet doubtful enough to ask the waiter, I asked for his native-French expertise. (Silly me, I figured I ought to be able to communicate where the hell I had been on the night of my birthday.) He helpfully and memorably told us that La Grenouille was pronounced just like, not the famous French vegetable dish, but the famous French rat: Ratatouille. Apparently, I look more like someone who watches cartoons than a French food aficionado, because when I asked for the correct pronunciation, he asked: “Have you seen Ratatouille?” Admittedly, I had. Looking back, though, I really should have answered: “Yes, and then I ate it.”

                            Point two on the list of why I was happy not to be thrown onto the curb was amusing at least for the fact that it involved my wife rather than myself. Almost immediately after seating us, the waiter asked whether we’d like a drink. The answer was “of course”, but as to what drink it would be, my wife was caught off-guard. “Do you have prosecco?” she asked. Ouch.

                            I’d like to tell you about some sort of momentary, inner rage that surfaced briefly from within the waiter’s eyes. Mais non. Instead, he simply advised politely that he could offer her a glass of champagne, if that might suffice as a worthy alternative. She said, “Mais oui!” (no, she didn’t, remember: she just ordered prosecco in a French restaurant), and then laughed after I pointed out her faux pas. Hey, if you’re gonna commit a faux pas, what better place to do it than in a French restaurant? At least here they know what “faux pas” means and can appreciate it.

                            Personally, I think both our faux pas were negated by the fact that the table lamps were accompanied by a cord running the length of the table. I’m just saying.

                            Service was polite and attentive. As I said, we were offered drinks right away. To me, that’s as polite as you need to be. And the sommelier went even further, recommending a reasonably priced wine, one that was priced significantly less than its closest rival. I don’t know about you, but I tend to keep a close eye on the wines I’m recommended. If you tell me the $35 bottle is better than the $50, I say: thank you. And in the long-run, I probably throw more money your way. (Though to be honest, there’s only one restaurant where I’ve ever personally tipped the sommelier.)

                            And then the waiter dares to pea-soup the sommelier. Yes, that’s a verb. (At some point, I’ll tell you why, but for now, just know that it means one-upped.) The pea soup was an amuse-bouche, so of course that means they gilded the lily by adding cream, but I’m not complaining. Nice taste, if a tad on the bland side.

                            Herewith, for the length of two paragraphs, I will set aside all sarcasm. For an individual at La Grenouille has devised a method of producing a particular food item greater than that of any I have ever eaten before. And I’m not talking about twice-fried anchovy cutlets or parboiled platypus testicles. (Both of which I look forward to eating.) I’m talking about something far more mundane: bread.

                            Granted, I will feel more comfortable making the this kind of claim after repeating the experience, but I have zero qualms in stating, unequivocally, that the bread I was served at La Grenouille was the best bread I’ve ever eaten. If my mouth could find the words for why, it would probably tell you about the three distinct, equally godly textures that were decipherable in each bite through what must have been the world’s perfect crust. Sometimes, butter can slant the results, but I don’t even remember the butter. I’m telling you this: the Apostles would have passed up their Lord and savior for this stuff. Jesus Christ, this was good bread. Eat it, and be saved.

                            If, as a cook, my turn came up second to the baker at La Grenouille, I’d either be very nervous or very confident. Those at La Grenouille have the right to confidence. Damn, their food was solid.

                            I ordered a salad, to share, that was similar to something my wife and I have made ourselves many times. (This was a case of: “let’s see what you can do with this, mofo!”) We’ve added toasted walnuts before (sometimes after burning the first batch), but we’ve never candied them for a salad. We’ve added slices of fruit (in our case, pears, as we saw in Rome), and we’ve frequently mixed a similarly mustard-tinged vinaigrette ourselves. My wife has always been much better at applying the right amount of dressing, and La Grenouille actually gave her a run for her money. The point is: they did everything right. And I almost forgot how fresh and perfect each piece of cut endive was. A great salad.

                            Appetizers were both great. Foie gras was on the menu, so therefore on my plate. The chef’s choice of the fruit to compliment it was blood oranges, a pairing I’ve not had before, and enjoyed. And as you’d hope, it was cooked perfectly.

                            If there were an appetizer to beat out foie gras, it would probably also have to win out in the fat content department. That might have been the case with the lobster and tarragon ravioli. (Did I mention that they actually translate the food names into English on the menu? I appreciate that.) I’m going to be ruthless and say I thought the lobster was a bit overcooked, though my wife disagreed. I will say, however, that it was one of the best plates of food I’ve had in recent memory. I don’t know what this concoction glorified more: lobster or pasta. On second thought, I’m going with tarragon.

                            Sam Sifton from the Times said that the Dover sole was a must-have dish, and my wife took his advice. (Incidentally, if you wonder why the Times’ slide show photo of the pea soup is absent of any tinge of green, I wondered the same thing. Though maybe I shouldn’t talk, given that you’d expect the fish pictured below to be served by a guy in a hazmat suit.) We both appreciated the deceptive simplicity of the dish (deceptive, because it wasn’t). And Sifton is right; someone at your table ought to order it.

                            Knowing that I’d get a taste of the sole (and thereby winning the night’s food ordering chess match), I decided to order the restaurant’s namesake.

                            My only previous memory of frogs’ legs, other than the ones served by Doc Hopper in the Muppet Movie, had been the time they were kicking their little frog feet from beneath a layer of congee. Congee which also happened to be inhabited by snails. Not a big fan. The French clearly do snails better than the Chinese, and apparently they do frogs’ legs better, too. (Though I give chicken feet to the Chinese.) The frogs’ legs at La Grenouille appeared dry at first glance, but in reality had the perfect amount of butter and garlic. Not soaking, and not dry. I couldn’t tell where the butter stopped and the frog’s legs began, and I ate every one. (Well, except the one I grudgingly I had to trade for a bite of sole.)

                            The entrees came and went, and our foresight and/or greediness was about to pay off. Two souffles were on the way. (Pardon my missing accents aigu, but until Firefox builds it into its spell-checker, “entree” and “souffle” are going to appear just like that.) Normally, I wouldn’t order anything even somewhat resembling cake, but (a) nothing stopped me from ordering a scoop of ice cream on the side, and (b) what I ordered wasn’t any souffle, but caramel souffle. As the waiter made clear, I couldn’t order that just anywhere, could I? Nope, and a good decision was made.

                            Given the quality of our experience at La Grenouille, it probably would be in bad taste to end on a discussion of the bathroom. Therefore, let me end on two discussions of the bathroom.

                            Looking at my reflection in the bathroom, I couldn’t help but think of The Fountainhead. Not because I tend to look in the mirror, wink, and tell myself how much I remind me of Howard Roark. My remaining hair is not red. Rather, the two mirrors on either side of the toilet remind me of when Dominique, while talking to Peter Keating, describes such a vision as “the senseless infinity you get from two mirrors facing each other across a narrow passage”. It does make for a rather bizarre bathroom, but perhaps a narcissist’s heaven.

                            I briefly considered leaving Martha Stewart out of this review, but my powers of self-restraint failed. There she went, walking past our table at the end of our meal on the way to the bathroom. My wife, not one to jump up and ask a celebrity to take a photo with her, jumped up and followed Ms. Stewart to the bathroom. What followed was relayed to me after I unsuccessfully tried to convince the grumbling woman next to us that, au contraire, it was perfectly fine to chase down a celebrity if and when that particular celebrity is especially important to you.

                            My wife came back, camera in hand, photo of herself and Martha Stewart obtained, and in possession of the reason why Martha just might have been so generous on this occasion. It seems her blouse had a couple of tricky buttons in the back. It’s a good thing someone just happened to be available nearby to help!

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                            La Grenouille
                            3 East 52nd Street, New York, NY 10022

                            Congee
                            98 Bowery, New York, NY 10013

                            1. re: getbusyeating

                              Very amusing, and I'm glad you had such a nice time. Makes me want Dover Sole and a Caramel Souffle for lunch!

                              1. re: getbusyeating

                                gbe,

                                What a wonderful review! Your husband is a truly gifted writer. So happy that you both enjoyed your experience at La Grenouille.

                                Other Hounds cut & paste reviews and also link to them. I presume that besides the photo of you and Martha, you also took some shots of the food and posted them with the review? If so, providing the link now would allow us to see them. :)

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                                La Grenouille
                                3 East 52nd Street, New York, NY 10022

                                1. re: RGR

                                  Let's see if it stays! http://fthechef.com/restaurants-new-y...

                                  1. re: getbusyeating

                                    I hope it does. Nice photos. Loved the creative captions.

                                    ETA: I've bookmarked it.:)

                                    1. re: RGR

                                      Thanks! I'll pass on the compliments. He'll be happy to hear people enjoyed reading his post!