Raw food -- well done??

My daughter had what she thought for a sure-fire deal for me -- accompany her to a raw food restaurant where she would get $40 off the bill thanks to Groupon, and I would pay the balance. The key words here are "raw food restaurant."

I was happy to say 'yes' to my daughter but her restaurant of choice, Pure Food and Wine, gave me pause. You see, even though we were going out for dinner, nothing would be "cooked." Hmmmm. I was reassured somewhat by the restaurant's website which bragged that it had many "meat and potatoes" guys who were regular customers. I'm not so much a meat and potatoes guy as I am a "gee, I'd like my food cooked" kind of guy.

But being a good sport, I went along. Pure looks like any other upscale NYC restaurant and is in the heart of the Gramercy Park area. And the menu features foods that you've even heard of, old standbys like lasagna, spanikopita and Pad Thai. The only problem is that everything is really something else. Lasagna here is not made with noodles. Neither is the Pad Thai, and the spanikopita has something called nut cheese in place of Feta. I know what you're thinking -- who can resist, right?

The two women sitting next to us heard us mention the spanikopita and went into paroxysms of delight. "Oh, you have to have that," they both agreed. "It's fantastic."

Suffice it to say that these two ladies looked like they knew their way around a plate of food so I figured, why not? We also agreed to split the first course -- a polenta-stuffed flower. (photo above)

 Now I can't say anything tasted bad but, aside from the flower on my plate, I had no idea what I was eating. In fact, this is the kind of restaurant where I get the feeling that the cook is pulling my leg -- that he'd put ANYTHING he found lying around the kitchen on the plate as long as it wasn't cooked. In fact, my plate looked kind of like something AFTER someone ate it. If I'd found a brillo pad on that plate, I wouldn't have been all that surprised, unless it was cooked. Who knew what I was eating?

Then came the aforementioned spanikopita. It was...different. And here's the really weird thing about raw food -- you get very filled up very quickly. I'm not kidding. Just a couple of bites of that spanikopita and I was ready for dessert. Actually, I was ready to dive into anything that appeared to be something I'd eaten once before in my life. Not that I don't appreciate a good polenta-stuffed flower now and again but still....

The dessert was very good -- a salted chocolate caramel tart. Nearly everything was as advertised except the tart of course -- it's hard to make a tart crust without cooking but something took its place. I think it was a coaster from the bar next door!

 

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