Part II: The Vulture gets fed (but not fed up), and then parties down with RED BARAAT!
If you watch Food Channel, you know culture extends to food. When it comes to MASS MoCA, that means Gramercy Bistro, which sits across the courtyard from the museum itself. Don’t let the prices scare you off: You’d be looking at the same numbers if you went to Albany’s New World Bistro Bar, although the vibe’s not as Downtown as New World – muted colors on the walls, abstract art hanging on those walls, and Art Blakey bubbling on the sound system.
Don’t be afraid of names like “sesame tuna” and “coq au vin,” either, because the first is a fish that literally melts in your mouth, while the second makes you question your mom’s stern warning that it’s not nice to lick your plate clean in “a nice place.” We’re talking poetry applied to cooking… or maybe it’s the other way round. It’s hard to make sense when your taste buds are having an orgasm. Like New World, the chefs at Gramercy Bistro turn foodstuffs into sheer ecstasy.
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