775 Washington St., New York, NY, 10014
nr. 12th St.
By karmalaw on 11/15/2010
My recent meal was a food lottery loss after playing three reels on the $100 slot machine. Jonathan Waxman was absent (a busy, too loud, Friday night). The seasonal beet salad was almost tasty -- if only someone had added a drizzle of dressing so that even a hint of acid would play against the beets and greens-- rather than having passed the bottle overhead in the hope of osmosis. There was a delicate tease of the goat cheese in one or two bites. The roast chicken had that savory crispy skin that makes your mouth dance -- the dark meat was moist and flavorful. However, the breast meat was an ode to Ozymandias. I can get a moister, tastier chicken breast from Pollo Tropical for $4.99. I left it on my plate. The crispy potatoes were on the verge of dried out and under-seasoned (it is an accomplishment lose the flavor in any dish with bacon as a starring ingredient). One of my dining companions did enjoy the hanger steak and the wilted greens. The budino was decadently satisfying. Service was supercilious and rushed. My polite explanation (after being asked) about the in-edibility of the chicken was met with nothing more than an "oh, okay". I wasn't expecting it to be removed from my bill (I had eaten the thigh and leg meat), but some small gesture recognizing the inadequacy of the product served would have been appropriate, but the check came at full throttle. I paid it and left with with one thought: life is too short to pay this price for mediocrity again.
By washingtonpl on 3/19/2010
Barbuto is an excellent standard. The food is always great and so is the service. tucked between meatpacking and west village, it's in a great spot for your going-out needs. Really beautiful at night with the garage doors open. Try the steak with Chipotle sauce. Also very pleasant brunch spot.
By Lorenzinho on 10/5/2009
While Barbuto could be an extremely casual dining destination for those warm summer nights, with it's simple tusan fare, garage door facade, open kitchen and wood-burning oven, it falls short where no restaurant should, it's service. Wether it was the self-righteous and uneducated waitstaff or the fact that they couldn't make a simple change to accommodate a vegetarian at the table, I will not be coming back, the concept of service does not exist here. Take your money and appetite to nearby Morandi, where the concept is similar, but the food, ambiance and service is consistently head and shoulders above this place.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.