I am doing everything I can to avoid working. My mind wanders and it lands right at the door of Greenbush Bar. I realize I am way overdue for a visit. Greenbush is a winter haunt. No windows, cloistered away in a little basement space. Despite the fact that the place only looks acceptable due to dim lighting, it is a wonderful spot to have some wine and delicious food. I adore the vegetarian antipasto plate. I almost never order anything else. It is an excellent dish to share if you are looking to nosh as you drink. The roasted garlic is sweet and soft, the basil pesto herbaceous (I love that word) and the bread is die for. It is really hard not to eat way too much bread heavily dipped in olive oil. I always leave stuffed.
The pizza is good, the pasta is fine too. But for me, there is only one choice.
Tonight I am headed to Nat Spil. Otherwise I would be staking out a little table at Greenbush just as their doors open. Tomorrow is another day.