I wanted to go to Joseph Leonard almost immediately after they opened. The problem was I'd just moved to Cali. So after several trips back to the east coast and like five attempts to get to JL, I set up my final evening so that I'd start off having a drink there and hopefully be able to sneak in some appetizers. Sadly, the friend I was meeting was in a rush to get to Waverly Inn to meet a hot date. We had one glass of wine and parted ways.
The rest of my evenings' plans included a meeting at Soho House around 9 followed by a rendez-vous with one of my favorite lady friends. The night went on... meeting turned into champagne-fueled laughfest 2010... and before I knew it, my girlfriend came to tag out the fellow from my meeting. The ladies were off to Bobo to meet some other buddies. After some more bubbly, I felt a hole in my stomach and realized I'd been subsisting on Soho House snack mix for the last few hours - I was in that blissed out state of hungry and buzzed! I also realized that JL was opened on the late side. I parted ways with my pretty blonde sidekick and roped another friend from the crew into crossing Seventh Avenue with me for some grub. We pulled up to the bar around 1am and I ordered spicy Brussels sprouts, an octopus appetizer, and that hockey puck potato pancake featured above. In daylight, these three items may not seem like the most nature combination, but add carbonated alcohol and the wee hours of the morning to the equation... and now you see what I am talking about. The meal was manna. I finished everything to my friends horror/delight.
I even topped things off with a butterscotch pudding served up in a little bell jar - ask for extra cookie crumble - that my friend couldn't help but split with me. I finally made it to Joseph Leonard and there was no putting a lid on it.
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