Late last year, the cozy little French restaurant, Le Tableau, closed shop at 511 East 5th Street between Avenues A and B, and Adam Cohn and his architect-partner Adam Kushner opened (start Little Shop of Horrors musical refrain) SUD-DEN-LY Seymour (end music) Burton, featuring skirt steak, hamburgers and American cuisine.
After reading a review about a new hamburger competitor, I had to take the plunge and last weekend, Seymour and I got up close and personal.
The evening had already “started” by the time (8-ish) I arrived with a dining partner.
A cool Guinness or two had primed my engine and I was ready for the neighborhood’s latest burger entrant. The red room was filled to near capacity and quite loud. Fortunately, there were two seats available over on the island (I guess it’s known as the “communal table” – oh give me a break. Commune this.) which runs down the middle of the dining room and we gladly took our positions.
(start music) SUD-DEN-LY Seymour (end music) Burton is noted for a wine list. But, this was a beer evening for me and I was not to be denied an Ommegang Belgian ale available by the bottle.
Two waves of dishes
Though the restaurant allegedly wants to be known for French food, the menu has the range of high end, American Mom fare including the oddity of a sausage and oyster appetizer pairing which required my selection. Ultimately, I think this is the dish that caused discomfort later in the evening – not that the food was bad or violating a health regulation but I believe my stomach turned toward my esophagus and said, “What is wrong with you? Oysters and sausage. Together?” To which, my esophagus replied, “(start music) SUD-DEN-LY Seymour (end music) Burton.”
The entrees arrived next and included the hamburger for which I had made my culinary pilgrimage. It was an ample slab of ground beef cooked a bit too much for a burger ordered at a “medium” setting, in my opinion. The red onion on top reminded me of my midwestern roots and backyard cookouts. The fries on the side reminded me that you never get fries at a cookout.
I didn’t stop at fries and a burger, though. The mac and cheese beckoned and I licked the bottom of the serving dish on this baby. Cheesey, noodley, bad for any diet known to man – loved it.
My dining partner’s tender skirt steak and roasted brussels sprouts proved to be winners, too.
As I looked up from my last gulp and around the chicken coop of (start music) SUD-DEN-LY Seymour (end music) Burton, the crowd was decidedly hip. Once again, I had crashed the hip party. It’s a bit pricey – $88 was our tab – but the new 5th street restaurant is still worth a visit.
March 25th, 2008
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