delite, scoot over. Beatrice & Woodsley, come sit on my lap…
Having alluded off-handedly to Flight of the Conchords’ “The Most Beautiful Girl in the Room” the other day, I’m hearing those lyrics really resonate this morning:
And when you’re on the street
depending on the street
I bet you are definitely in the top 3
good-looking girls on the street
(depending on the street)
That’s because last night I was at delite (of which more in a forthcoming post), minding my own business (maybe), finding it all perfectly deliteful—emphasis perhaps on the lite. It was the most beautiful room in the room, at any rate.
But then the Mad Russian (whom you may remember being all mad & Russian at Izakaya Den a while back) used a cigarette break to finagle an invite to Beatrice & Woodsley, the just-opened sibling of Mario’s Double Daughter’s Salotto, though it’s still in semi-secret shakedown mode.
& suddenly poor delite, brand-new itself, didn’t even look to be in the top 3. Beatrice & Woodsley just sweeps the whole category.
If there were no such thing as Log-Cabin Goth before, there is now.
Come, slip between the stands of birch,
play hide & seek among the drapery clouds,
whisper to one another above the silent roar of the chainsaws supporting the log bar,
linger & feel mysterious a while, even in the bathroom, where the gold bricks are backlit to suggest, I suppose, sunset in an outhouse or something
& strands of silver beads comprise the ceiling-to-sink faucet, like a small waterfall.
But you have to find it first.
I’ll return later to unpack the food.
Funky! It’s a restaurant? I’ll be interested to hear your report on the food.
Walked by Bistro One yesterday. Supposedly they’re opening on Thursday.
Thanks for the pix, the place looks incredible (without the camera flash). I’m trying to describe it to a friend, but I’ll just attach this link.
Did you make it to the incredible wine cellar? It will offer choice seating and small party digs (15-30) during hot weather.
Went for a friend’s birthday this past Sunday and we sampled almost everything on the menu and dessert menu. Small plates, which can add up if you share nearly the entire menu (as we did). Every bite — from sweetbreads to pea-shoot cakes to pork belly (bacon, not cured) to pear/Stilton beggar’s purse to Summer Pudding — accompanied by palate cleansing Polish Bison Grass vodka — was exquisite. Beautifully presented with incredible fresh and hearty flavors. Plenty of options for the two vegetarians at our table.
Yeah, good point, the flash doesn’t quite capture the mood lighting. But no flash would have captured my drunken inability to hold the camera still, so there you go.
I did get a glimpse of the cellar—the door to which is marked by a free-standing chainsaw. Don’t see Hostel or something before you go. Lucky you to experience a private party there.