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Ah, Midtown... Land
of the corporate card, overpriced food and a vaguely conveyor belt
mentality. What else to serve to a herd than a rotating menu that
can be pared down to provide quicker service for the masses. And,
honestly, if you're pulling out that little green or gold card to
throw down, who really cares about the true quality of the food? This
is why you rarely hear from a co-worker, "man, I went to this amaaaazing
lunch in Midtown today!" That is, unless they got a great slice or
an especially good batch from a food cart. No, this is food meant
to be eaten while talking. And as such, need not be pleasing to the
palate beyond satiating hunger and perhaps teasing it with some flavor
or other. This joint does something right by offering all sorts of
sharing plates that include pork products (that I don't eat), lots
and lots of olives (which I don't eat) and lots and lots of figs (which
I do eat, surprisingly). There's also cheese and some other whatnots
to mix with your pork, olives and figs, and even some bread to throw
it all on. Good fun, to be sure, but not exactly mind-blowing by any
stretch. And then there's the chicken paillard I ordered. It's one
of those things I know I've had before, but couldn't pick out of a
lineup. It landed with a resounding "eh." Paillard, I believe, means
"boring" in French, and boy did this chicken live up to its translated
moniker: boring chicken (or chicken boring; I can't ever remember
how foreign languages work). Otherwise, the joint was hopping with
all sorts of work folk conversing at high decibals, waitstaff that
felt re-filling a drink was apparently optional and a general generic
quality that makes it a good place to please all comers, but just
not little old moi. (Also Fench!) [MF]
Other Locations:
Fig & Olive - Meatpacking
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