Frank Bruni reviews my beloved Florent in today’s New York Times, which is vexing because I’ve been trying to get over there for a burger for more than a week and now if I do go it’s bound to be swamped with foodie tourists looking for that genuine authentic NYC experience amongst those who “lingered in a happy crowd of young revelers, straight and gay, who canoodled in corners and tried to make the night last just a little longer.” Here’s an excerpt from Bruni’s review:
The secret to Florent’s enduring success is its integrity, which has now brought it full circle. After years when it was a naughty urban adventure and years when it felt like a tired cliche, it is once again what it was always meant to be: a simultaneously sensible and kooky bistro with onion soup and escargots, boudin noir and burgers, creme caramel and chocolate mousse, at reasonable prices that underscore its welcoming way. Florent is open to all and it is open all the time.
(via a very amusing Gawker item.)