I arrived in good company at Bar Jamón. A tight little u-shaped bar, the scene is quite accurately described by New York magazine, "the baying young crowd is territorially aggressive like junkyard dogs. But the food, if you can find a place to put it, is terrific—"
We ordered wine in petite carafe: perfect for sharing. The first selection (the name escapes me) was a smooth blend of four grapes: Tempranillo being the lightest, Merlot the darkest. The heavily (a sexily) accented server selected a few cheeses to match the wine: Montacabrer with tomato jam and Garrotxa with honey glazed Marconas. The combination offered a wonderful set of pleasures: sweet, tart, earthy.
We moved on to another wine from Olivares, and took the recommendation of the Jamon Serrano Fermin. The jamon was a spectacular creamy cured meat, freshly shaved before us. Although the tapas were rich, I found myself more satisfied that overwhelmed. We stood the entire time, as there wasn't a single chair available the entire evening.
Although crowded, it's an ideal spot to meet friends, drink and taste.
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125 E. 17th at Irving in Gramercy.
Photo credits: Nick Dawson Flickr, alwayshungryny(dot)com, hoodwinks Flickr (respectively).
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