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| - My parents were in this weekend visiting from Chicago and I thought that would be the perfect opportunity to FINALLY try Cure... a worthy match-up against the feasts they are privy to on a regular basis in a city with many more culinary offerings. It didn't take any convincing when I told them that it was named by Bon Appetit as one of the top 50 new restaurants in the US this year AND of course features meat, meat, and more meat. Plus, I have been quite the salivating green-eyed monster ever since my boyfriend ate here over the summer, which I sadly missed due to being away on a free beach vacation (i know, life is rough around these parts).
Anyway, it definitely lived up to its expectations. If anyone doesn't feel like reading the long descriptions ahead, the one thing that you need to know about Cure is that literally every bite you will eat there is packed with the most amazingly rich and well thought-out flavors you could imagine. Go there. Now.
Read on for ramblings cause I like to re-live my meals through reviews.
We started with the large salumi platter. Our waitress took the time to carefully go through each component on the board to tell us what we would be sampling. After one bite I completely forgot everything she said, but it was okay because I didn't care what I was eating I just knew it was delicious. Three of the four of us shared the platter, while my mom opted for a beet salad. While I would typically always choose meat over vegetables, I have to say that the salad was also amazing. There were beets that were smoked, roasted, and pickled along with some kind of foam (pear maybe?), blue cheese something or other, and a hazelnut brittle with the nuts burnt just a little bit for a deep and earthy flavor. YUM. As for the salumi plate, my dad, boyfriend, and i had no problem devouring everything on it.
And then came the entrees. I don't think I have ever spoken so few words in one meal I was so preoccupied with what was on my plate. I ordered the squab, which came served with a rosemary something or other sausage over spiced red cabbage and a butternut squash sauce with vanilla and orange in it with smoked walnuts. Every bite I took of this dish I just wanted to keep eating more and more. Each part of it was amazing on its own, but combined brought me to a spiritual place- the holy trinity of food right there on my plate. I could go on and on about the food but I will stop myself. I will share that the entrees around the rest of the table were equally as good-- boyfriend got a tagine of goat with red currants and amazingness, dad got gnocci with tripe and sausage, and mom got veal cheeks with pork belly and crispy kale. We were all stuffed by dessert but based on the rest of the meal decided we had to order it anyway (of course). We shared a super tasty creamed ricotta something or other and a dark chocolate souffle with pistachio butter topped with sea salt. I usually don't care about dessert, but I could eat nothing but that cake all day every day and be a happy girl. Again, I am not sure if I mentioned but the entire meal was AMAZING.
That combined with the BYOB with reasonable corkage fee (I think $3 a bottle) and there is no reason to go anywhere else, really. I think I spent just as much trying to enjoy a mediocre meal plenty of other places around the Burgh (won't name those places here will just have to conjure up some reviews for them).
Only one complaint at all- and that is that the restaurant is VERY loud. Our table of four was small enough that, while a bit strained at times, we could hear one other, but any larger of a group and we would have been forced into that awkward situation where you have 2 or 3 mini conversations going on and someone that one person at the middle of the table can't figure out which conversation they are supposed to be part of and spends the evening wasting mental energy trying to keep up with what happened on the Kardashians this week to the left and why we should all be glad Nick Lachey and Jessica Simpson didn't have any children on the right with some talk about the fact that Paul Ryan looks kind of like Gabe from the Office straight ahead-- it can all become so exhausting that you forget how good the food is!
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