Moderately obscure in location, Freeman's is located at the end of an alley, on the Lower East Side. A detail- which does not throw hipsters off the trail. The space is clad in toasty lighting and an impressive amount of taxidermy.
At 11:45am on a Sunday, there were no longer tables available, though both bars (yes! two bars!) had seats. We settled in the back and waited until the clock to hit 12:00pm on the dot to order cocktails.
We opened our meal with hot artichoke dip: cheesy and well-matched to the crunchy and warm sourdough slices, the dish is incredibly comforting. We slugged down our first round of Freeman bloodys, garnished with tangy caper berries.
For our main, we shared the egg white bake with herbs, goat cheese and asparagus. There was a surprise of minty flavor, which was welcome and well-contrasted to our side of crunchy bacon. For our second round of drinks, I sipped a frothy concoction of Pimm's, Gin and citrus juices.
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