To celebrate my new job, my husband took me out to dinner at Delmonico’s last night. I rarely wear heels anymore (after becoming a Manhattanite, I walk pretty much everywhere), so it was a nice excuse to dress up.
I met him at the bar, which oddly, has a separate entrance. We thought it might be nice to start with a drink before dinner, but unfortunately, the bar was nothing like we had expected. It felt like we were hanging out at a suburban sports bar. So, I helped him finish his glass of wine and we quickly escaped into the main dining room.
In short, dinner was fantastic. I would highly recommend it.
The dining room was lovely. Being a steakhouse, with dark wood, large murals and chandeliers, it could easily be a caricature of itself, but instead it is quite elegant. While the space is undoubtedly formal, you feel surprisingly comfortable and at ease. We commented on the pitch-perfect lighting as well. (Although the couples seated right underneath the murals along the wall may have had to deal with the glare from the art lighting.)
We started with the Lobster Newburg, which was created and first served at Delmonico’s in 1876. Main ingredients include cream, brandy, caviar and of course, lobster. Although tasty, it is not something I would order again. But, of course, it’s one of those dishes you have to try when you’re there. It’s iconic.
Their wine list is pricey, as to be expected, with a focus on Napa Cabs. When we asked our server for a recommendation for a California red, he enthusiastically pointed out a Bordeaux blend that was only $50. I was surprised, since I am pretty sure that was the cheapest wine on the entire list. He said that he chose that particular bottle because a lot of wines in the middle price range were just ok, so unless we wanted to go way beyond our budget, it wouldn’t be worth it to buy a more expensive bottle. I already really liked our server, but this clinched the deal. Ultimately, we decided to go with a Burgundy from Givry. We always look to see if anything from the Côte Chalonnaise is available, since Patrick used to live there when he was a child. It’s an under appreciated region, so bottles are generally priced modestly. We knew we’d love it, so we figured we’d explore California wines another time.
For our main course, we shared the Delmonico steak, with an order of Pancetta Spaetzle and Broccolini.
The steak had a beautiful crust and was cooked perfectly medium-rare. Plus, it was rested just long enough that it was still warm but nary a drop of juice spilled onto the plate when you sliced into it. Rib-eye is one of my favorite cuts of steak, with all of that gorgeous marbling, so this was stellar.
The sides were equally as well-prepared. I love spaetzle in general, but this was a great version, flavorful and rich. I would much prefer to get my cream intake this way, rather than creamed spinach. And although it seems silly to rave about a simple vegetable dish, I couldn’t get enough of the broccolini. It’s rare to be served a dish that is prepared exactly the way you like it, but this was garlicky with a ton of brightness from lemon.
For dessert, there was no question. We had to have the Baked Alaska, since Delmonico’s is widely credited for inventing it. A dome of cake, ice cream and apricots, topped with peaks of browned meringue. Crunchy, creamy and cold, this was really delicious.
One of the best meals we’ve had in a long while.
(Before you dine, sign up for Delmonico’s Club. Trust me.)
