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Raclette

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195 Ave. A, New York, NY 10009 40.729334 -73.981451
nr. 12th St.  See Map | Subway Directions Hopstop Popup
917-853-5377 Send to Phone

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  • Cuisine: Cafes, French, Soup & Sandwich
  • Price Range: $$

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Official Website

raclette.nyc

Hours

Tue-Thu, noon-11pm; Fri-Sat, noon-midnight; Sun, noon-10pm; Mon, closed

Nearby Subway Stops

L at First Ave.

Prices

$9-$16

Payment Methods

American Express, Discover, MasterCard, Visa

Special Features

  • BYOB
  • Delivery
  • Lunch
  • Take-Out
  • Online Ordering
  • Delivery after 10pm
  • Online Reservation

Alcohol

  • No Alcohol
  • BYOB

Reservations

Recommended

Delivery

Profile

Traditionally, the Swiss dish raclette was made by melting cheese over a roaring wood fire, ideally one located within some cozy mountain chalet. The logistics involved with melting cheeses over wood fires inside eight-seat Alphabet City storefronts being prohibitively complex, Edgar Villongco, the chef-owner of this terrific café, opted for an alternative. His electric countertop cheese-melter may look like something you’d lock a two-by-four into to facilitate sawing, but it gets the job done.

How does it work? A half-wheel of raclette (the Swiss cheese after which both the dish and the shop are named) is propped on its side and strapped into the device, its surface exposed to a heating rod that melts and bubbles the cut end from above like a Corner Bistro cheeseburger. When the tanning-booth session is complete, and the top layer of fromage is lightly browned and suitably gooey, it’s scraped off with a wide knife over a plate of roast potatoes accompanied by bresaola, pickled onions, cornichons, and a sprightly arugula salad.

The result is superb—rich and hearty and fairly transporting, like an alpine getaway on Avenue A. There are some other delicious things to eat at Raclette besides raclette. An unassuming and deceptively light-seeming croque monsieur is almost too rich to finish. A tartine of sardines with tapenade on toasted sourdough is spectacular, smothered with sliced fennel and fresh herbs. And a toasted assemblage of strawberry-tarragon preserves, dark chocolate, and fromage blanc will appeal to aficionados of Nutella pizzas, s’mores calzones, and oozy, bready, melted-chocolate things in general.

One crucial thing Raclette does not have at the moment: a beer and wine license, which, as any raclette connoisseur knows, is compulsory in the enjoyment of the dish, as the cheese is said to congeal in the stomach when consumed with water. So BYO a nice dry Riesling or, even better, a Swiss Fendant to cut through the richness. To do otherwise is to risk the dreaded raclette bloat, a fate even worse than fondue-fork-fatigue syndrome.

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