After reading a review of The Redhead on my favorite foodie blog, The Whole Plate, I decided I had to go (the cocktail menu alone had me sold). Now, nothing against redheads, but up until this point, the only one I have ever wanted to visit was Prince Harry (don't deny it, he is cute!). So I recruited my blonde friend Aggie to meet this brunette after work last week and we took on the fiery red restaurant.
First of all, the place is this dark and cramped space in the East Village that just felt so welcoming on a cold winter night, especially since Aggie and I were able to walk right in, grab a tall table by the bar and warmly look out over the snowy sidewalks. Aggie started off with a thyme margarita. She said she had a little trouble tasting the thyme but it was gone pretty quickly nonetheless (and followed by another if I recall correctly...). I ordered a revival – gin, lillet and triple sec in one drink, yes please – and loved it! We hadn't originally planned to stay for dinner but were so comfortable and happy with our drinks, we easily changed our minds. I ordered the kale salad, which was literally one of the best salads I have ever had. It had a tart dressing and thin apple slices that created the perfect combination of flavors when put with the hearty kale. Aggie decided on the low country shrimp served over grits. I'm not a shrimp fan, but the grits were tasty and Aggie was pleased. The best part of the meal were the homemade snickerdoodle cookies that were brought with the check. They were the such a satisfying end to the meal, and any restaurant that works to add that kind of personal touch is pretty much a favorite on my list.
This restaurant really got me thinking that redheads have a bit of an unfair bad rep...
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