I broke my ban on bread for Ken and Cook. I’d like to say it wasn’t intentional but we both know it was. That’s why doing bad things always feels so good.
I received an email from the restaurant a few weeks ago asking if I’d like to enjoy a meal on them. The answer was obviously yes and I made a date for 3: me, my boyfriend, and my appetite.
As I ran through the frigid cold from my soho office to the restaurant, their neon sign was like a beacon to security. Having been there once before, I knew I was in for a good meal and a great time.
We started with a platter of meats & cheeses, all of which we selected with our eyes closed.
Second course was the fettuccini for My Honey & the mussels for me. This is where shit got weird. Like, eat in silence and don’t make eye contact weird. At one point I looked up from the carnage I was wreaking on my plate to My Honey’s very confused face. “What? You want some?” I begrudgingly asked (because I honestly didn’t want to share) and he just laughed a quick “no, I’m good” with a wink. He’s a keeper.
You see, the mussels had bread on the bottom of the bowl. No! I’m not kidding you! At other restaurants, you’ll ask for more bread or a spoon to get all the goodness. At Ken and Cook, there’s bread under your mussels drinking up all those good juices and waiting for you to discover and massacre it, which I gladly did.
For our mains, My Honey went with the steak and I had the pork chop. Again, we descended into silence in order to properly stuff face. Random sentences floated above the table from each of us – my favorite being “I’m going to make out with the grill chef” from my date. Personally, I suffered an inability to form any cohesive sentences due to a beautifully cooked chop and a polenta side topped with artichoke that nearly killed me (in the best way possible).
To finish, My Honey enjoyed a root beer float and I had the beignets. The perfect ending to a beautiful meal.
Aside from being head over heels for the food, we were blown away by beautiful mismatched silverware, incredible kindness, and great service. The atmosphere was candlelit and cozy; small groups huddled together over bistro tables offering a buzz of excitement and revelry. As we put on our coats to leave, a DJ laced the crowd with music that made us feel like we’d walked into a secret space for a perfect night cap.
I suppose I don’t have to even say it, but Ken and Cook is well deserving of all the recent praise. You’ll come here to be spoiled by culinary expertise. And you’ll leave sleepy eyed, full, and excited to return.
Ken and Cook is located at 19 Kenmare Street, New York, NY.
Disclaimer: 50% of our meal was comped in return for a review on Writing with Wine. All thoughts above are (obviously) passionately positive due to a wonderful experience.