June 4, 2007 | Insatiable Critic
Provence in Bloom
|In the garden at Provence. Photo: Steven Richter
With its new wardrobe of sunny Provencal prints and the magical vernal blooming of its sheltered garden, Provence
at the age of twenty, has never looked lovelier. And we’ve escaped the worst indoor din under the twisted branches out back. If only tonight’s dinner were as thrilling as the lushly romantic setting. Still it’s early in the new reign of the practised duo who brought us Five Points
, and with the sure hand of Lynn McNeely (late of Barbuto) at the range perhaps my expectations are too high.
I am disappointed by a few gummy squares of ravioli with three snails in a nutty, garlicky cream, trendy nettles notwithstanding. I want more salty tang and not so much sweet in a pissaladiere and more than just a small ration of sea creatures in a shallow puddle of fish stew (for $26). This few inches of beef seems a meager measure of hanger steak at $27. (The very good frites are $6 extra). Crunchy crumbed sardines with an herb salad, and housemade pork sausage served with braised shoulder and white beans in a black skillet show what the kitchen has already mastered.
What am I asking for? Flavors as intense as the melting lemon curd in McNeeley’s excellant tart, its rhubarb slow-roasted in orange juice with so little sugar it tastes like essence of rhubarb. Well, the pissaladiere was soggy twenty years ago when I first celebrated this little bistro. Provence can be transplanted. It just needs time to grow.
38 MacDougal Street near Prince 212 475 7500