Rosh Hashana Noshes

Written by Andrey Slivka on . Posted in Breaking News, Posts.

Orders have to be placed
at least two hours in advance, and can be facilitated by calling either Sage
American Kitchen at 718-361-8651 or Cafe St. Bart’s, the Manhattan
restaurant that also sells the baskets, at 888-2664.

Meanwhile, the Season’s
about upon us, which means that the "Wine Workshop" courses
sponsored by the excellent Upper West Side wine shop Acker, Merrall
& Condit
are poised to resume. The series of courses begins Sept. 21
this year. Offerings are as basic as a one-off "Essentials of Wine"
session ($45); and as advanced as three evenings devoted to the examination
of 1989’s great French reds, whether Bordeaux, Burgundies or Chateauneufs-du-Pape.
(The "1989: The Series" courses cost between $155 and $225
per class; you can purchase all three for $450.) For a schedule and more information,
call 875-0222.

Ben’s Kosher Delicatessen’s
various locations–the one in Manhattan’s in the garment district
at W. 38th & 7th, not far from NYPress’ shoddy warren of offices–is
offering special catered Rosh Hashana Holiday Dinners through Sept. 10
(that’s Sept. 10 at 4 p.m., the punctilious restaurant specifies).
Appetizers, soup, main courses, sides, extras and desserts for 10 mouths–and
all for $199. The usual Rosh Hashana culinary haul: stuffed cabbage, gefilte
fish, roast chickens, brisket, coleslaw, compote, chicken soup mined with Ben’s
submerged-dirigible matzoh balls. Not to mention all sorts of other stuff, like
string bean almondine (caterers love marrying those string beans to those masticated
almonds), kasha varnishkes and so on, even including such questionable Eastern
European soul-food eccentricities as noodle pudding.

Ben’s also offers,
for $139.95, a smaller package that includes the same stuff as above, except
minus the dessert and the appetizers. Call the Ben’s Hotline at
1-800-344-BENS for more information.

Another last-minute Rosh
Hashana deal, and a more refined one: the menu offered by Marco Polo Cafe
and Caterers
, which is located on the edge of the East Village and
that’s offering the following dishes, to stay, to go or for delivery: chicken
liver pate and challah bread up front; then chicken soup or tomato consomme;
then either roasted poussin or roast shell of prime beef with red wine jus;
then a sugarless apple tart or chocolate walnut tort for dessert. Complete dinners
cost either $50 or $55, depending upon what exactly you order. Everything on
the card’s available a la carte for either pickup or delivery, and, if
you’d rather just wash your hands of the holiday’s domestic angle,
the restaurant will serve the meal on its premises that Friday evening. Delivery
orders should be made by noon, Sept. 9.

Marco Polo’s also peddling
a Rosh Hashana gift box, delivery of which in New York City will run you $25,
and that consists of a wrapped woven box filled with: a ceramic crock of chicken
liver mousse; black pepper wine biscuits; clover honey and an assortment of
apples. Order by noon, Sept. 10.

Marco Polo’s located
at 15 E. 15th St. (betw. 5th Ave. & Union Sq. W.). The phone’s 647-1515.

News of the millennium-celebration
deals is flowing in through the mail slot and fax machine, to settle heavily
upon the spirits of your friends here at Soup to Nuts, for whom the prospect
of New Year’s Eve under any circumstances–it’s
a forced, morbid cokehead swingers’ celebration of nothing other than the
passage of time and the certainty of eventual doom, and on an alienatingly cold
post-Christmas night, no less–is discomfiting.

But especially depressing
is the idea of this New Year’s, this biggest New Year’s
–more coke, louder swingers, brighter and eviler tinsel and balloons…and
the Grim Reaper even grimmer for this shebang, wickeder and more skull-grinningly
contemptuous as he wanders through the night’s frolics with his scythe,
reminding you that you’ve been wasting away that dram of life allotted
you, buddy. New Year’s Eve’s when, like in some episode out of Poe,
the ticking of the clocks sounds louder–so dreary–and we’d
just as soon recuse ourselves from the whole wretched affair, even if it is,
you know, the Big One. Squash, anybody? Bet we can get a good deal on some late-night
courts at Chelsea Piers. We’ll feel healthy and vibrant for a last
millennial hour, as the planet careens toward its doom. To hell with it. Wake
up early, sniff the air, see if the bombs have fallen and–if they have
but we’re still ticking anyway, and if there’s time to make a run
for it before the next one falls–load the Soup to Nuts rifles, ammunition
and portable generator into the payload and storm north on the Thruway
at 110 per, toward the security of the mountains.

Or else maybe we’ll
just give ourselves over to the celebratory spewage, sign up for one of the
no-doubt enjoyable New Year’s Eve events we’ve just been apprised
of and hope for the best. Bondi Ristorante, for example–good Italian
food, nice people, the occasional wrinkled old Sicilian, just like you pictured
him–is hiring itself out, offering you its entire premises for a private
party of up to 75 people. You’ll have at your disposal the establishment’s
chef and staff–and since Bondi’s known for its imaginative theme dinners
(the restaurant recently devoted an evening to the favorite recipes of Rossini,
the great operatic composer and fat man), chances are you’ll be able to
exercise extraordinary control over your food. Bondi’s at 7 W. 20th St.
(betw. 5th & 6th Aves.), 691-8136.

More millennium-night dope:
The theater district’s Supper Club’s cashing in on the
Big Night hysteria, too. A thousand bucks per head, which includes dinner and
a bottle of champagne per couple, as well as tax and tip–plus dancing to
the establishment’s 16-piece house swing band. The Supper Club’s at
240 W. 47th St. (betw. B’way & 8th Ave.), and the phone number’s

Or: attend the Waldorf-Astoria’s
New Year’s Eve "Moveable Musical Feast," which will occur
in the hotel’s Grand Ballroom Suite and will involve the
intersection of unlimited amounts of champagne and vibrating orchestras. In
the Grand Ballroom itself: big-band swing. In the Jade Room: bossa
nova and cha-cha-cha. In the Astor Salon: an all-star tribute to 50s
rock ’n’ roll, which sounds dreadful. A five-course menu including
appetizers such as seared day-boat scallops served with cauliflower creme, osetra
caviar and blood orange sauce; or terrine of foie gras served with baby watercress,
hazelnuts, grapes and aged sherry vinegar. And entrees such as tournedos of
beef with winter mushrooms, salsify, braised endive with cabernet sauce; or
else a Maine lobster number.

Dessert’s a "Millennium
Symphony Surprise
." Which could mean anything. Who attends these events?
Pale WASP crones who resemble latter-year Bette Davises, their wattled
old skin swinging from the backs of their arms as they shake their aged bones;
chinless, epicene old drunks who swill gin in the corners in threadbare dinner
jackets… Great party! Meanwhile the Russian renegade warheads hover over Greenland,
homing their way in toward lower Park Ave.…"Auld Lang Syne,"
friends… Millennium Symphony Surprise, indeed.

The Waldorf-Astoria’s
located exactly where it’s always been located. Tickets to the New Year’s
event cost $1500, and can be reserved by calling 872-4997.

The Monkey
, midtown citadel of mid-century metropolitan elegance, announces the
hiring of Jean-François Bonnet as pastry chef. M. Bonnet was formerly
second in command of the pastry kitchen at the two-star Michelin restaurant
Bastide St.-Antoine, in Grasse, France. An enthused Soup
to Nuts congratulates M. Bonnet on his new position, and the Monkey Bar on its
discerning choice… Va Tutto!, a new mid-priced Tuscan restaurant,
has opened in East Soho at 23 Cleveland Pl. (betw. Spring & Kenmare
Sts.), that unlucky location. (Anybody out there remember the short-lived bar
Cleveland Place that used to occupy #23? It resembled a sports lounge
air-lifted in from suburban…well, appropriately enough, Ohio.) We wish
the new establishment well.

Andrey Slivka.

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