Red Brick Tavern, which turned out to be a wonderful dining experience. Our original plan had been to visit Junior's for dinner on Sunday. I like Junior's a lot, but I don't exactly love it, so when Rick said "We don't have to go to Junior's, we can go somewhere else... have you guys been to Henry's End yet?" I immediately said no and that I would love to try it.
We considered making a reservation but, after deciding to eat a very early dinner, we wandered over to Henry's End at 5:30. We did not anticipate needing a reservation at that hour. We were wrong. The place was packed. However, the server took our name and encouraged us to have a drink at the Brooklyn Heights Wine Bar three doors down. "I will come get you when your table is ready," she said. That sounded like a good plan to me.
Elizabeth had the "Salmon Moroccan" and she gave me a big hunk. It was great, a compound butter of cumin
and cayenne crusting the top of it. Unfortunately the photos I took of the salmon were completely unusable. The spinach picture above is terrible but at least you can tell what is going; the salmon in the pictures I took is indistinguishable from mashed potatoes.
The "truffle fries" were not very good. I don't think I have ever had saltier fries. But, obviously, the steak was the main attraction here, and I really liked it. The steak was leaner than beef steak, and it had a delicate, almost sweet flavor to it. The homemade steak sauce had a good amount of zing to it, which balanced out the buttery-sweet steak. I shared a piece with each of my dining companions and they both agreed it was delicious.
We thought about getting dessert, but all three of us cleaned our plates - I do not remember the last time I felt so full after a meal - so we did not even look at the dessert menu. ("Can I just get another buffalo steak for dessert?" I asked.)
This was the best meal I have had in weeks, probably since Red Brick Tavern, as a matter of fact. The service was attentive and friendly. The entrees took a while to come out, at least thirty to forty minutes, but the pleasant atmosphere of the place made the wait seem almost enjoyable. I look forward to returning to Henry's End, hopefully for some of that wild game.