Trinity Place is just a couple blocks from us in the Financial District, and someone on the Herpes Mamas list recommended it. Pat and I went last night. The best thing about the place is that the bar through which you walk to get to the restaurant is an old bank vault, with ENORMOUS bank vault doors on either side. These are fantastic. The bar at 7:00 was raucous with libidinous Wall Streeters on the prowl for other libidinous Wall Streeters. We passed through the vault into the quiet restaurant.
Alas, the food was mediocre. We each had lobster bisque that was a little thin and lean on the lobster. My entree with duck confit and mushroom risotto was good, but nothing memorable, and a little too smoky for my taste in any case. Pat was similarly unremarkably placated by his gorgonzola ravioli.
We have decided to move, as outlined in my Jan. 9 post. We squirm when we think about trading in Manhattan for Jersey City, but I am going to have "4 minutes" tattooed onto my forehead, because that is only how far away Manhattan will be on the PATH train, which has a stop very close to our new apartment. 4 minutes is NOTHING! It will probably take me another 5 minutes just to wrap up this post! We have also pledged that we will take some of the vast amounts of money we'll be saving by making this move, and apply it to a regular (bi-weekly?) babysitter so that we will have nothing stopping us from making frequent 4-minute trips back in for a night on the town. We are not resigning ourselves to gaze longingly across the Hudson to our glittering former home (we are, however, looking forward to the OPPORTUNITY to gaze across the Hudson at the Manhattan skyline, a very nice feature of the new digs).
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