It’s been approximately 92 hours since I ate at Candle 79 (but who’s counting, right??) and I’ve had sharp, nagging pangs of desire for that meal approximately every 30 minutes. I suppose I feel similarly to how I did after eating at the McNinch House for our second anniversary: equal parts “I want to eat this every second of my life” and “why, oh whyyy did I expose myself to this because now I want to eat it every second of my life?” Yeah, that sounds about right.
Before dinner, we strolled down The High Line, an old elevated railroad track that was refurbished as a garden walk. It’s incredible.
The walk dead ends (ever so conveniently) at Tom Colicchio’s latest “restaurant” concept, which is actually a collection of high line food trucks in a lot under the tracks called The Lot on Tap. Incredible. We thought we’d slip in for a quick drink or appetizer before dinner, but the throngs of people waiting in what appeared to be at least a 2-hour wait line made us think otherwise. I’ll be back for you, Tom. You and your little bald head make my heart go pitter-pat.
Next to Colicchio’s lot, AOL had some kind of gimmick going no they were calling “The Happiest Place on Earth.” We sneered at it and then went in anyway. It turns out… they were pretty close to being accurate. We found this there:
We shared a mocha chip ice cream sandwich from the Cool Haus truck, which is a trick we pulled many a time when we wanted to eat but had to business doing so, which is also probably why I’m sick right now.
And then… finally, finally it was dinner time. I’m glad we had to wait it out until almost 10pm for a reservation. It made me feel like I deserved this expensive little treat.
In case you don’t know (but how could you not?), Candle 79 is a high end vegan wonderland of a restaurant. It’s where the vegan celebrities come to play. The vegan celebrities and ME, sucka. Excuse me while I pat myself on the back… or, uh, Sandwich’s back… because she’s the one that got the reservation.
The chef sent out a plate of nori rolls for the table made of pickled ginger, avocado wasabi, chipotle aioli and tamari ginger sauce.
And we ordered Angel’s nachos for the table–corn chips, vegan mozzarella, tomatoes, refried pinto beans, chili-grilled seitan, guacamole, salsa, tofu sour cream and romaine.
I fear I ate more than my rightful share of that communal plate. Sorry, guys. I’ll argue that the raspberry margarita I got lowered my inhibitions…
Pure Verde tequila, Thatcher’s elderflower, framboise lambic, lime, agave, rocks. So good.
And for dinner… ohhhh for dinner…
I went with the tempeh special: grilled tempeh with pickled seasonal vegetables over yellow tomato gazpacho. In short: incredible.
Do you think they deliver to North Carolina?