Tribeca’s New Neighborhood Spot
Soothes the Savage Breast
“Why don’t you take reservations?” I asked the hostess irritably. She was taking names at the front desk, and the wait for a table was 45 minutes.
“Would you rather call up and be told you could only come at 5:30 or 11 o’clock?”
On a recent evening at Scarabée, as I sat over a plate of grilled baby octopus, black-olive bruschetta and a lemony escabèche of fennel and peppers served with a curried balsamic vinaigrette, I thought of Elizabeth David. Her Mediterranean Food , first published in Britain nearly 50 years ago (and still in print), changed forever Read More