Over at the former Orologio space on Avenue A between 10th Street and 11th Street, the new eatery, the Beagle, opens today (per The Feed)... menus are up on the front window...
The cocktails are $12...
And back in February when the CB3/SLA OK'd this transfer, there were rumbling about a pricy menu of items between $26 and $31. Of the five "large plates" listed on the menu, the items run between $19 (grilled cobia!) and $26 (whole branzino). The small plates are priced between $9 and $15.
The pairing boards, including the pressed pig head and rum, are $17.
Matthew Piacentini is the owner. Garrett Eagleton is the executive chef. According to the Feed, Eagleton is an import from Clyde Common in Oregon's Ace Hotel. The bar manager is an alum of the John Dory Oyster Bar)
the East Village: once Little Poland, soon Little Portland.
ReplyDeletejust look:
http://www.acehotel.com/portland
That is the most disgusting menu I have ever seen. My arteries clogged just reading that thing. Seriously, do people other than seabound pirates really eat this way? Lamb necks and pig heads in rum, oats soaked in scotch for "dessert"? It's like a celebration of animal slaughter and alcohol. So, so gross.
ReplyDeletebut is it local?
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2LBICPEK6w
Go back to eating McDonalds then! Looking forward to trying this place.
ReplyDeleteThis Beagle seems a bit too regal.
ReplyDelete9:05, nice try, but the last time I ate McDonald's "food" was probably sometime around 1991, when I was still a teenager and didn't care or know better.
ReplyDeleteYou sound corpulent and slow-witted. Why don't *you* try eating a vegetable?
Chocolate custard with grapefruit and cornflakes? Whaaaaat?
ReplyDeleteWord verification is 'forkally'. Think I'll open a joint with that name - the menu will consist of wildly inappropriate mash-ups of food 'n booze so as to go head-to-head with this dog of a place, and anyone who complains gets clapped in irons. Who's with me?!?
recession must be over
ReplyDeleteFuck this place. I live within pissing distance and I plan to protest their cruel menu to the best of my bladder's abilities.
ReplyDeleteOh god, please please please let "Dick Hell" be the one and only Richard. Thinking of him pissing (and for the animals, no less!) gets me all kinds of tingly.
ReplyDeleteWhat's the over/under on this place lasting 1 year? It doesn't have a shot in hell. Someone's gonna lose a lot of money on this one.
ReplyDeleteI think their bites sound worse than their bark.
ReplyDelete@Jeremiah
ReplyDeleteWith the rapid climate change of perpetual rain and cloudy days that was evident this spring, your OR theory seems very plausible. Next motif after OR becomes passé, Blade Runner (even more rain). Hey, right now, the EV seems to be already populated with replicants, say goodbye to humans.
Note the "No deletions" advisory. So if you have that familar craving for pressed pig head and rum, you will just have to deal with the "pickled things" that are, apparently, an essential part of the culinary experience.
ReplyDeleteI am definitely taking the under, Bowery Boy. Gone by year's end.
You people are harsh. Snob assholes need places to dine also--better that they have their own establishments and gather together and leave the normal good natured folks to enjoy their humble chow among their own kind. is what I say.
ReplyDeleteIt's not my cup of tea but this whole head-to-tail way of eating is big now among foodies, and they will flock to this place. Now whether they go back depends on how good it is.
ReplyDeleteA bunch of angry bitter folk in here. Would you rather have another Superdive, Diablo Royale,or Webster Hall open up?
ReplyDelete@2:12 not sure why you think it has to be a choice between a restaurant or a bar. I would prefer a shoe store.
ReplyDeleteI would like an old-school, one-room gym with an unpretentious juice/smoothie bar. I would also like there to be a gym cat, please, possibly two.
ReplyDeleteA shoe store would be OK too. Shoes are good!
I would like there to be a synagogue, back like it was when back in the long long ago before all these non-Russian speaking gentile bastards moved into my neighborhood.
ReplyDeleteIf they must serve food, can't they serve only pickled herring?