Within Christian Liaigre’s conversion of a catacomb into a sultry, shadowy quartet of fluid yet diverse sectors, chef-owner Jean-Georges Vongerichten reveals how a few ingredients can create flavors that are lucid and compelling. Olive and radicchio join stewed rabbit, mint and coriander ring sea bass carpaccio, tomato soup is sparked by chili pepper and crabmeat. You may be sorry you never sprang for that loft on Spring. — Rob Patronite and Robin Raisfeld
Brunch
Sat.–Sun., noon–4 p.m.
Prix-Fixe Lunch, Mon.–Fri., noon–3 p.m., $24.07
Late Night Bar is open Mon.–Thu. until 2 a.m. and Fri.–Sat. until 3 a.m.
I've lived in New York for about three years now and I still get excited about going to Mercer. Sure the service is a bit stuffy and oblivious, but the food and setting make up for it. Its a place where rockstars, tourists and models alike all dine together. It doesn't take its self too seriously either (not a black tie kinda place), but there's still a sublime elegance. The food is simple and delicious. I recommend the steamed shrimp salad, the cucumber martinis and for main course its a tie between the roast chicken and duck confit. Dont let those other reviews get you down, if you're in New York dine with New Yorkers in style at Mercer.
Our party arrived promptly at 8:30 with a reservation and was asked to wait at the bar. We were patient for 45 minutes, but when we asked the MD why there was such a long wait, he revealed that hotel guests have priority. We were bumped twice in the span of 30 minutes as the guests of the hotel, all but flashing their black Amex cards, casually strolled in to take our place. When we pointed out that we were disappointed with the service, our hosts wouldn't hear our complaints and were reluctant to make us comfortable. Not even an apology! Walking out the door after 1 hour of waiting, it dawned on us that the large MK marquee out front didn't stand for Mercer Kitchen, but rather Mood Killer.
My recommendation: Go to Lucky Strike and drown your sorrows in a pomegranate martini.