[October 2012]
As we first reported in September 2012, Graffiti chef Jehangir Mehta was taking over the former bridal shop next door to his well-regarded restaurant on East 10th Street. The concept: Graffiti Me, featuring one 14-seat table for customizable private dining.
And that was the last we heard of all that.
Until one recent day when we walked by… and saw that the orange had been painted over…
The colors kinda makes it look like, oh, an ice cream shop?
Then we walked by again… and saw that it really looks like an ice cream shop now…
Well, we're guessing that this is the evolution of Graffiti Me… now called Me and You.
Kate Gunning, one of the initiators of the project, told this last week to The Boulevardiers:
When you dine at Me and You, you dine in Chef Mehta’s private kitchen, and the whole evening is really about the experience as well as the food. Chef will present each course, telling stories about the ingredients, and on occasion, their connection to a memory from his childhood in India.
Chef’s kitchen is in a secret location in the East Village, because we want it to be special, and only seen by those who dine with him, almost like you’re entering the kitchen in his home. The space is really intimate, with 1 big communal table, and an open kitchen so you can really be with the Chef for the whole evening.
The first of these intimate dinners is tonight.
Is it just me or have cooks really overstated their importance to humankind?
ReplyDeleteThank you 8:26, I was just thinking the same thing. Make people good food, let them eat it and leave them alone. No fois gras butter on a hoof, no chef revelations on Oprah's couch, just food.
ReplyDeletewhile I have nothing against it, some aspects of foodie culture totally escape me
ReplyDelete@Anon. 8:26, oh my God that is SO TRUE!!!
ReplyDeletei don't know what all this means but 10th street is already a times-square playground with avenue to avenue small "special" restaurants that taken in the aggregate are a pain in the ass.
ReplyDeletefolks wait outside for their friends to arrive or for a table, or go out to smoke, and even the small-talk volume becomes very very loud. and somehow these small venues attract a late night woo woo crowd that rival any club in the neighborhood.
i can't imagine that this place will contribute anything positive,
so he feeds you and you feed his ego. everyone is happy because it is elitist---only a few are allowed to have this oh so fantastic experience.
ReplyDeleteand it's at a secret address? lol
do they their own napkin rings too?
how precious and special can you get.
Precious! And who doesn't love a good story about ingredients?!
ReplyDeleteComing next is Me and Youse, Chef Mehta’s intriguing take on the cooking of Naples and Belfast in the 1970s complete with stories about potted herring, buttermilk, and red sauce.
When eating in a foodie restaurant no matter how hot the food arrives to your table its is stone cold by the time the staff explains all the shit that goes into making it. zzzzz.....
ReplyDelete"A private experience" I had one of those last night. Also I can't stand communal tables. They bug the fuck outta me. @ Anon 11:04- I do bring my own napkin ring though-- they're fucking exquisite
ReplyDeleteNothing against this place, it's just not me, but it does make me pine for the days when Princess Pamela's place was around... 12th St. & 2nd?... her upstairs apartment. Can't forget the waitress, "we got chicken, we got ribs, whatchuwant?" And the Princess would even sing for you. Beautifully!
ReplyDeleteprincess pamelas started on the south side of 10th street 1-2, i think where company is.
ReplyDeletethey moved across the street to the second floor speakeasy space before the building was was renovated, the floors reinforced and the facade "tied back".