With the Hubs working late, I spent a lonely Friday night at home with only a quesadilla, my dog, and multiple episodes of Dog Whisperer to keep me company. Not healthy on so many levels.
On Saturday evening, we went to dinner and a movie. The movie was at the Brooklyn Heights Cinema, so we planned on going to Noodle Pudding, a nearby Italian restaurant we went to ages ago and thought was just ok, but have since met so many people that are devoted to that place that we thought we’d give it another try. Unfortunately, there was such a mass of people waiting outside to get in, that we knew we wouldn’t make it out before our 9:15pm movie started. We considered going to the endearingly old school Chinese joint, Fortune House, but thought better of it once we remembered that Siggy’s was also in the area.
Siggy’s is a great little neighborhood cafe and restaurant with an eclectic, all-organic menu. The counter up front lets you know that it is unequivocally part juice bar, but don’t let that fool you. Siggy’s offers a full dinner menu and now serves (organic) beer and wine as well. I had the pesto pasta, which was
chock full of firm grilled baby artichokes and kale. It was a bit too oily, but had great flavor. I didn’t leave a bite on my plate (though had some help from the Hubs). Unfortunately, The Hubs veggie burger was a little lackluster. It looked beautiful, but Hubs thought it was little too black-beany. I thought it just wasn’t very flavorful. It might have been helped by the addition of salt and/or other seasonings. It was the single disappointment to the meal. To drink we chose the Frey cabernet sauvignon. Despite its being organic, biodynamic, and sulfite free, it was really quite enjoyable, especially after it was given a chance to breath. It was rich, fruity, and spicy, almost in the vein of a California zinfandel, and with a not unpleasant hint of chalk (yes, chalk. distinctly chalk).
As the dessert selection consisted of apple pie or brownie (the latter of which were wrapped in cellophane on the counter at the front), we decided to get a little something sweet at the movie theater. Something cool about Brooklyn Heights Cinema is that in addition to the obligatory goobers and sour patch kids, the snack concession also offers cookies, brownies, and hot coffee and tea. We opted to share a chocolate chip cookie from Baked. I’d say it was an average chocolate chip cookie. It is probably better fresh from the bakery, and since I have no idea how long the cookie had been sitting in the lobby of this theater, I will not make a pronouncement about Baked’s cookie quality. I would like to try their oatmeal cookie next time I am in Red Hook. (By the way, the movie we saw was The Pool. It was a pretty cute movie, and I would recommend it, though you can wait for video–it isn’t one of those movies that must be seen on the big screen.)
On Sunday, we met friends for Sunday Brunch at Frankies 457 Spuntino. I finally had the french toast and it was all I hoped it would be. Unlike other brunch spots, they really know how french toast should be done. The Hubs noted afterward that he didn’t like the fact that the only egg dish offered was frittata (and an unimaginative frittata sandwich). While this fact might actually be weird, I put my fingers in my ears and refused to hear it, and kept dreaming about the french toast.


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