The downside of family-style seating


Blackbird is by far one of my favorite restaurants in the city – I have never had a bad meal there. I’ve also never had a bad experience there, until this past Friday. I know, serve me right for going there on a Friday, but my Mr. Man had a Friday night off for the first time in as long as I can remember, so we had to do the night up right.

The extreme irritation started as we sat down at the bar to wait for our table. We had this obscenely loud chick behind us going on and on and on and on to her male accompaniment. As Matt and I rolled our eyes at each other, I couldn’t wait to get seated.

When we finally got our table and got settled, and started to shake of the sound of Ms. Fancypants unnerving voice, wouldn’t you know that she and her friend get seated RIGHT NEXT TO US. Blackbird is all into that family-style seating, meaning that Chatty Cathy was all of 8 inches away from my delicious salmon tartare. During the course of the meal, our annoying dining mates name dropped celebrities and stylish vacations spots like it was going out of style. It took everything in my power not to turn and say “We’re very impressed. Now shut the fuck up and eat your food.”

That said, the seared hudson valley foie gras and duck confit crepe with sweet potatoes, currants and comice pears almost made the irritation worthwhile. Mmmmmm, contoversial food.

1 Comment so far

  1. nikkos (unregistered) on February 21st, 2006 @ 1:09 pm

    Silly me, I thought “family style” meant “communally sharing from large portions of food,” not “being forced to dine with people you don’t really like”!

    By all accounts, Blackbird is a rather pricey destination- seems the least they could do is give ya a bit of elbow room.

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