i see there’s a point here.
damn right there is. two, actually. Cherry Point, in Greenpoint. a former Polish butchery turned progressive meat-centric mecca and home to the best steak tartare I’ve had outside of Bordeaux [insert smug francophile smirk]
eat here this weekend.
the atmosphere feels nostalgic, an un-ironic homage to the old polish butchery that used to inhabit the space. which is refreshing, when a street like manhattan ave changes so often you find yourself staring blankly at a new spot, unable to figure out what it replaced. cherry point fits right into the neighborhood by maintaining the original features and integrity of the space instead of replacing it with cement floors, edison bulbs, and unconstitutionally reconstituted wooden tables.
the menu is bold and straight-forward. not straying far from its speckled swine roots, expect to be well-cured of your fever for cured meats, and receive more than the recommended dosage of fresh and imaginatively complimented seafood, local and seasonal vegetables, and house-made cheeses.
go here as soon as possible, or you can wait… it’s not going anywhere.
what not to miss
the steak tartare. the lamb meat pie with shaved australian black truffle. the grilled oysters with hollandaise berets lounging casually atop charred rosemary. the skate wing with morals and absolutely no morals. the choose-your-own-adventure charcuterie plate. the burger, the burger, the burger.
to drink, try the bosque fernando for a little smoke to compliment your meats, or the thinking cap in an attempt to better contemplate the flavors that will inevitably overwhelm your senses. and any (or all) of the wines.
how not to miss it
664 manhattan ave