Every once in a while, something really terrible happens in the world.
This is one of those times that’s the opposite of that.
For it is Sol, a pint-size refuge of Spanish seafood in the English basement beneath the Bourgeois Pig. And it’s open now.
Basically what you’re looking at is a sushi bar and a wine bar and the coziest date spot you’re likely to see in the neighborhood, all rolled into one. But Mediterranean instead of Japanese.
Ravi DeRossi (of Death + Co, Proletariat, Mayahuel and, oh, right, Bourgeois Pig) and a former Noma chef are behind this flagrant attempt to help you completely and overwhelmingly win over your prandial companion with arctic char tartare (Dr. Seuss did, in fact, name this) and fried sunchokes and a bottle of Spanish red.
The whole thing is made of one long bar spanning the perimeter, so you’ll be sitting next to each other, on stools. No choice there. The walls are made of grass and the sun mosaic on the floor is made of marble.
And you are made of billions of molecules jonesing for ceviche.
This is one of those times that’s the opposite of that.
For it is Sol, a pint-size refuge of Spanish seafood in the English basement beneath the Bourgeois Pig. And it’s open now.
Basically what you’re looking at is a sushi bar and a wine bar and the coziest date spot you’re likely to see in the neighborhood, all rolled into one. But Mediterranean instead of Japanese.
Ravi DeRossi (of Death + Co, Proletariat, Mayahuel and, oh, right, Bourgeois Pig) and a former Noma chef are behind this flagrant attempt to help you completely and overwhelmingly win over your prandial companion with arctic char tartare (Dr. Seuss did, in fact, name this) and fried sunchokes and a bottle of Spanish red.
The whole thing is made of one long bar spanning the perimeter, so you’ll be sitting next to each other, on stools. No choice there. The walls are made of grass and the sun mosaic on the floor is made of marble.
And you are made of billions of molecules jonesing for ceviche.
