Gray and Grizzled Food Fan

Heading out this weekend for two exploratory forays: First, a return to the now healthful Hearth.  I’m eating better these days, so the health part is fine.  I just hope the wines are still willfully weird.   Second, a trek to check in on the now relatively sane Paul Liebrandt, whose work I remember best from a strange night at Atlas with great food, erratic service, and a slightly horsey smell (saddle leather, animal sweat and manure) from Central Park South carriages that went beautifully with an altogether excellent but undeniably equine Pinotage.