On a lighter note, we chose the persimmon salad, a pleasantly sweet mix of fruit, shaved fennel and sunflower granola. We also crunched on a basket of fall vegetable crisps: a more richly colored, spicy and flavorful version of the (already craveable) grocery store Terra Chips. My companion opted for a Night Ferry, which Liam called “an introduction to Mezcal.” As smoky as the vapor-laden air, it was laced with the sweetness of summer apricot and a bright twist of citrus peel.Īccompanying our cocktails were Chef King’s “crispy pig crunchies,” a foursome of feather-light cakes whose crust shattered, offering up a rillettes-like filling. A back-straightening combination of akvavit, gin, vermouth and cocchi bianco, it was a surprisingly smooth white-on-white cocktail-and probably the stiffest drink I have ever enjoyed. No dish, however, comes without a twist, as the chef raises everyday British comfort food to a level of subtlety that’s entirely unexpected.Īt the suggestion of Liam, our white-suited server, I started the night with a Hull Executive. Inspired by the upper crust nostalgia of the hotel, King’s menu includes such traditional gems as pork pies, a “Yorkshire fry up” and roast cockles. King, known for his work at Il Buco and Hundred Acres. Housed inside the eerie, train-themed “Gallow Green Station,” The Heath is helmed by Chef R.L. But the hotel’s latest venture, a full-service restaurant called “The Heath,” is sure to surprise even the most seasoned of Sleep No More veterans. But the critically-acclaimed play is only one of the McKittrick’s many talents.Īvid patrons may already be well acquainted with the venue’s rooftop bar, Gallow Green, and live music sessions at the HotBox. Hidden on an industrial stretch of West 27 th Street, the “hotel” is best known as the home of Sleep No More, New York’s most talked-about (and most mysterious) immersive theatre experience. You could call it an acquired taste, but those who dare enter the McKittrick Hotel have a hard time staying away. King creates British fare with a luxurious twist. Which is also New York to a T.A review of the eclectic theater and dining experience at The Heath. But in an alternate universe, you could imagine it being somewhere you would often go if you were making enough money. And the idea of cramming a bunch of people who are having disconnected experiences into a massive space in Chelsea feels cloyingly New York. None of this is cheap (reserved seats to see Preservation Hall Jazz Band were $65, though most tickets run in the $10-$25 range). Sometimes people perform up there too, but we were content to just breathe some air. On the roof is Gallow Green, a large, lush bar that's great for tenderly touching your date on the forearm and sighing, or reminding your party that You Are All Masters of the Universe. Beer was $8 a pint, cocktails a few dollars more. Other items included grilled steak skewers ($10), french fries ($6), fried chickpeas ($5), and other classy junk food. The snack menu rotates depending on who's playing the space, but our Male Vinegar Pork Cracklin's (!) were pretty tasty, and just $5. It's also served in a champagne glass which, if you aren't on Sex in the City, is a touch we'll always appreciate. The Manhattan was strong: rye, and with brandied cherries, which is how it should be. When the band members implore you to yell "Shake that thing!" you comply and order another drink. The Preservation Hall Jazz Band is no joke though, and made it tough to muster the energy to be skeptical of this place. Somehow it doesn't feel weird or forced, just pleasantly themed. The small venue essentially feels like a Victorian-era bordello-stuffed birds stare down at your table, hidden fog machines keep things hazy, and the wallpaper and woodwork look genuine. On the night we visited, The Preservation Hall Jazz Band had taken over the McKittrick's cabaret space, the Heath. Commensurate with the Eatalyization of Sophisticated, One-Stop Entertainment, the McKittrick Hotel now offers an array of venues and bars that don't involve donning a mask. A secret no more, Sleep No More has become a rite of passage for New Yorkers seeking to trip out visiting relatives or the date who's not content to spend an evening clinging to happy hour pint specials.
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