NYC might be going down the toilet, but it doesn’t take a Yale scholar to realize that nearby New Haven, Connecticut has been sprucing itself up and actually going a bit more upscale. To show off their assets, the city just sent a bunch of us press whores down for its first ever Restaurant Week of compulsive gorging, and I came back happily looking like a Herman Melville character.
Among the gastronomic highlights:
*Louis’ Lunch, where they allegedly served the country’s first burger, and still sell it on toast with no ketchup or mustard! (Sneak in condiments at your own risk.)
*Caseus Fromagerie and Bistro, where they were frantically prepping for “the pre-Thanksgiving cheese rush.” (It’s like a dairy version of what happened to Washington Mutual, but much more financially beneficial all around.)
*Willoughby’s, where I defy you to dislike–or to spell–the Ethiopian Yrgacheffe
*The Cupcake Truck, which can drive up to my mouth anytime
*And Frank Pepe’s, where the waitress correctly told our insatiable group, “Three medium pizzas won’t be enough!”
The gay bars? I’ll save both of them for the column.