Motivation to slop through yesterday's blizzard proved bleak as I settled into a nap. Several text message beeps and a bleating roommate later, I pulled on my wellies and scarf. Trudging through the mess, I settled into Stone Street's new hot spot, Vintry, for wine and nibbles. A host approached immediately and negotiated a five minute wait for a table. He brought water and glasses of Pecorino il Feuduccio Colline Teatine Marche (2008) for sipping, while we pealed off our coats.I took in the setting: perhaps the sexiest (collective) group of patrons I have ever encountered in the Financial District: saavy attire, sharp features and nibbling shamelessly on tapas between calculated sips of wine and bourbon. The venue is cozy- and quite packed. One who speaks with their hands will likely swat a fellow patron, or server. Small plates are served to match the 200+ list of bourbon/whiskey and impressive wine scroll.
A bottle of Caposaldo Prosecco (brut veneto, Italy) was ordered, as well the Lobster Stuffed Mushrooms and Tuna Tartar. The server brought the Lobster first: carefully dividing portions of separate plates. Tender and a bit hardy, the dish matched the dry and crisp bubbles of the Prosecco. The tartar came in a neat cylinder topped with creme fraiche and black caviar. Served with thin crustini and lightly dressed greens, the plate punctuated the meal quite well.
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