Jane Restaurant // NYC

Jane Restaurant

JaneRestaurant

JaneRestaurant

JaneRestaurant

JaneRestaurant

JaneRestaurant

JaneRestaurant

JaneRestaurant

I found Jane Restaurant by accident. Jack and I were on our way from midtown to the Comedy Cellar near Washington Square Park. We weren’t in a hurry, but we also didn’t have a place in mind.

When we got to Soho we turned to Yelp for “nearby” “restaurants” and found Jane. It was the only place with four stars on our way to that theatre that caught our attention. We didn’t read too much into it, we kind of just picked it and went in.

We weren’t necessarily hungry but we also knew we couldn’t watch 2 hours of comedy having skipped dinner. The headaches would set in and I would suddenly start taking every joke personally. “And I mean she’s always late!” the comedian would probable joke. I’d throw my drink on stage and by all like, “why? because I’m a woman or because I’m hispanic?”

Jane was nearly empty when we were seated, but I didn’t worry because Jane wasn’t a restaurant I planned to write about. We decided to get two plates and share. I ordered the burrata with preserved tomatoes, charred ciabatta and hot chilli oil. Everything on my plate was AMAZING. Okay, yes, burrata is always delicious but those preserved tomatoes were incredible. I don’t even know what preserved tomatoes really means, but I intend to go back and find out. The ciabatta was freshly toasted and perfectly oiled, even the dressed lettuce was good. Jack ordered the brick pressed chicken breast with crisp potatoes and grilled lemon.

We were suppose to share but it’s funny what happens when you think the plate YOU ordered might be better than the other plate in the pre-arranged deal. I told Jack, “if you don’t want to switch plates, it’s fine. I’ll take one for the team and just have this“.  But I got a little curious as to why he replied yes to my suggestion before I even finished making it. So, we both gave in and switched plates.

It hurt to give the last of my dear burrata to my husband, but the chicken was so incredible that I got mad at Jack for eating into MY portion of HIS plate. In the end we congratulated each other on our orders and swore to never share again. Lessons in marriage #1, ladies and gentlemen.

As I was walking away from Jane I thanked the waiters by kissing their blessed hands and grabbed two of their postcards. The last picture from the collection above, the one holding said postcards, shows me being dumbfounded when I realized that Jane is the sister restaurant of The Smith (in the East Village). I was all like, “Oh, duhhhhh! No wonder it’s so good!”

I’m going back for the Gnocchi soon. I overheard a couple sitting next to us raving about it to their friends. Then, all four of them ordered it. That is, of course, a cardinal sin of group eating. Unless, of course, the dish is totally worth it.

Jane Restaurant
100 West Houston NYC
(212) 254 – 7000

 

 

 

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