The prix fixe menu concept.
Tried. Tested. Works (mostly).
Yet, deep inside, you’ve always sensed the day would come when someone made it much, much sexier.
Good news: that day is Tuesday.
Say hello to Asta, your new exposed-brick cave of custom woodwork and small plates, soft-opening in four days.
About those plates: they’re brought to you by owner Alex Crabb, a seasoned vet of L’Espalier and Atwood Tavern (mmm... burgers). And whether you like it or not (note: you will), three options present themselves: a three-, five- or eight-course tasting menu. Boom. That’s it.
For you, that could mean bellying up under the starburst lighting at the bar for a light three-courser highlighted by braised chicken thighs with Maine beans, seated beside your ex’s out-of-town friend who you’re merely squiring about the city for an evening (tip: go easy on the beans).
Or you and a half-dozen coworkers could claim some custom-made tables (with slide-out drawers housing the silverware) along the antique-pine bench for an eight-course smorgasbord. Namely: wine, razor clams, artichoke custard and duck breast with pickled peanuts and kale (nothing stimulates interoffice gossip like kale).
But pay attention: they’re open for only four-and-a-half hours, and only Tuesday to Sunday.
Good thing Monday is your sleep day.
Tried. Tested. Works (mostly).
Yet, deep inside, you’ve always sensed the day would come when someone made it much, much sexier.
Good news: that day is Tuesday.
Say hello to Asta, your new exposed-brick cave of custom woodwork and small plates, soft-opening in four days.
About those plates: they’re brought to you by owner Alex Crabb, a seasoned vet of L’Espalier and Atwood Tavern (mmm... burgers). And whether you like it or not (note: you will), three options present themselves: a three-, five- or eight-course tasting menu. Boom. That’s it.
For you, that could mean bellying up under the starburst lighting at the bar for a light three-courser highlighted by braised chicken thighs with Maine beans, seated beside your ex’s out-of-town friend who you’re merely squiring about the city for an evening (tip: go easy on the beans).
Or you and a half-dozen coworkers could claim some custom-made tables (with slide-out drawers housing the silverware) along the antique-pine bench for an eight-course smorgasbord. Namely: wine, razor clams, artichoke custard and duck breast with pickled peanuts and kale (nothing stimulates interoffice gossip like kale).
But pay attention: they’re open for only four-and-a-half hours, and only Tuesday to Sunday.
Good thing Monday is your sleep day.