We've been back to Pylos a few times. Going back somewhere is such a treat when the food is just as good if not better than it had been in the past. Last night the food was delicious. I have...
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So you live in the East Village and you're a punk rocker with a mohawk and a nose ring or let's say you're not, you're Natalie Portman--not that she lives in the East Village, but let's say she does--and you've...
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Pylos has been around for a couple of years now, but it used to be called, "It’s Greek to Me." Peeking through the glass front, it seemed to be a casual neighborhood place. Well, no more. It’s now part of the whole East Village gentrification thing. Destination dining. It’s fancier and pricier, but not outrageous. Good place to go on a date or to take your folks. Parties of 6 or more require reservations. Couples have to duke it out around 5pm after they open. It’s a fair fight because the food is quite good. Atmosphere is nice, too. I dig the pottery hanging from the ceiling, though I had to wonder if a pot would fall on my head and knock me out. But on to the food: My litmus test for Greek restaurants is the taramasalata. If it’s good, then you’re starting off on the right foot. Maybe we didn’t need to order the 3 dips because of the complimentary roasted chick pea dip, but we are hedonists (and gluttons). The name of the 3 dips was really long, so I can’t remember the title, but the taramasalata was great. Creamy and rich with the delicious flavor of fish roe—fishy in the best possible way. The eggplant was Ted’s favorite, sweet and yummy. The cucumber yogurt raita was cool yet pungent with the taste of onions. The servings looked small at first, but we had to get an extra order of pita. The table of four next to us had no problems polishing them off, however. For main dishes, Ted ordered the lamb shank with egg noodles and marinara, and I had the double thick, pork chop with prune and leek stuffing with mashed potatoes. Ted’s lamb was perfectly cooked and fell off the bone. The pork chop’s white meat was a bit dry, but fine with the leeks. The dark meat section was succulent. Again, perfect mashed potatoes, but they differed from 26 Seats in that the potato, not the ratio of ingredients, was the star. Perhaps they use milk and olive oil instead of cream and butter, I don’t know. But the texture was light and the taste was pure potato goodness. The red wine had a long name and we think it had narcotics in it because both of us fell into a coma after dinner. No room for dessert.
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