Del Posto Lunch Prix Fixe

I would like to tell you about the hands-down, best meal I had during my December visit to New York.

The $29 lunch prix fixe at Del Posto had me so happy that I started bouncing in my seat and clapping my hands.

I could not. Can not. Understand how people act civilized in this restaurant.

The food is too good.

And at $29.

It's bust out of your skin happiness good.

Let's just first start with the bread. It's good. But it gets better.


It comes with this. Butter.

Always good.

And also.

WHIPPED LARDO.

I mean sweet lord talk about melt in your mouth, luciously salty and fatty, roll your eyes in the back of your head with pleasure.

Whipped Lardo is a gift.

A gift to humanity.


Okay, I'm going to calm down for a second here and refer you to Ed Levine's review, which sent us to the restaurant, and which manages to stay relatively calm, so you can actually get a sense of the food. We used it as a guide in ordering.

I'll just let you peruse the pictures.

And think.

About how good your life would be right now if you were eating a bite of steak tartare with truffled salsa and thinly shaved fresh porcini.

And let me assure you.

Your life would be very good indeed.

It would easily qualify for one of the blessed ones on this dear planet we call home.

It boggles my mind sometimes that there are people who don't love food as much as my friend and I do.

Here is something that lets you just luxuriate in the simple fact that we are physical creatures with five senses that allow us to smell the wafting aroma of freshly baked bread, hear the crust crackle, feel the loaf break and yield as we tear off a piece, let our eyes feast upon the different visual textures, and finally, finally, taste the warm, yeasty wonderfulness.

And you get to do it every single day of your life! Several times a day!

People, people, if you have not yet made a New Year's Resolution. I strongly urge you to consider striving for this aspiration: "Please, let me aim to only let goodness touch my lips."

hahaha.

I'm getting a little out of hand here, aren't I?

What can I say? Lunch was fun.

I was with two beloved girlfriends. Talking and eating and laughing.

This pork chop was juicy and bursting with flavor. And if I was the mom on a surburban street block serving this.

All the other moms would hate me. Because it would be better than any pork chop they could even imagine. Better than your dream pork chop.

Oh, and those little white balls with the weird tiny little brown squares: goat cheese balls rolled in tiny salted olive oil bread crumbs!

And look, this dark chocolate coffee tartufo, looks just like a truffle nestled atop the forest floor.

Or at least, how I imagine a truffle would look nestled atop the forest floor, waiting for the sniffing snout of a pig truffle-seeker, waiting to be found, to be auctioned at astronomical prices, to fly across the Atlantic, and finally, to land on the plate of an appreciative food-obsessed diner.

I was a little emotionally exhausted after this lunch.

I whipped myself in a bit of a foodie-frenzy.

To sit on the edge of one's seat in eager anticipation, and to have those expectations exceeded.

Is a rare thing.

A rare wonderful thing.

Thank you Del Posto.

For a wonderful meal.

Which we both know

Is one of the best things in life.

Del Posto, 85 Tenth Avenue, New York, NY