Another fantastic discovery in the city — Blue Willow, Hunan/Sichuan.
Amazing food, dreamy sensuous Wong Kar-Waiesque ambiance, and extremely reasonable for midtown Manhattan prices. Just be sure to make a reservation, which with Resy is really stress-free.
We debated between the ma la pot and farmhouse pork belly choosing the latter only because it was a smaller portion and we didn’t want to carry leftovers with us to the theater. No regrets. Thin sliced, crispy and juicy, hot, garlicky, with delicious charred peppers it was bursting umami.
I couldn’t do without my recent favorite — a century egg. There are many ways to present it. At Blue Willow, they do it the best way — in a hot clay pot with an eggplant.
Snow red greens were mustard greens, oil flashed with dried red peppers — crunchy and fresh.
One thing put me a little on guard — the speed of service. Tom didn’t even finish pouring beer in his glass and our food was already on the table — all of it! Our neighbors were served even faster. Is it a good sign or a bad sign?
Anyway, all what I want now is to go back to 2046 — that place and time. Because nothing ever changes in 2046.
