The Return to PS7′s
On our last visit to the restaurant, Jen and I had a less than positive experience at PS7′s. I won’t rehash all the sordid details, but you can read about our Restaurant Week (RW) visit here.
Fast forward a couple months to the present date, and we still were holding on to a coupon that we weren’t able to use on our previous visit. Steeling ourselves for a return, we made our reservations and headed back over for dinner.
The first difference was immediately noticeable: the restaurant was tamer, quieter, and filled with a vastly different crowd. I’m not sure if I could pin down a specific group of people, but there was a good deal more diversity in age, group sizes, and species types of people in general. A much easier going crowd, celebrating anniversaries, visits from parents, and random diners like us, less of a concentration of budget diners looking to get sloshed at the bar afterwards.
Free from the confines of a restricted “dining on rails” RW menu, Jen and I decided to split a Nutty Goat Flatbread, coated in walnut butter, goat cheese, arugula, and shallots.
I also threw in an order of the Angel Wings – a quartet of sausage stuffed boneless chicken wings, served with a generous serving of a peach gastrique.
What we were treated to was…vastly better than our last set of appetizers there. The flatbread, about the size of an 8-inch pizza, was buttery without being too greasy, loaded with a rich goat cheese flavor, and given just the right amount of wilted arugula and shallots to pair it off. Like a goat cheese salad on bread. My angel wings were the equivalent of a gourmet order of Chickum McNuggets served with sweet’n'sour sauce. I tore through the nuggets in a matter of seconds, without even bothering to offer Jen a single one.
In retrospect, I’m 99.9% sure she really didn’t mind.
Our entrees, arrived in short fashion. Jen ordered the Cannelloni, a cast-iron skillet filled with celery root, sweet potato, and mushroom ‘sausage’, straight from Hell’s Kitchen. Well, with as hot as this dish was, it might as well have been delivered from the underworld. Jen burnt her tongue on her first taste, and took a few spoonfuls onto her bread plate just to have it cool down from the cast iron skillet. I guess you can’t really complain about food being too quick from the kitchen, right?
I let Jen pick out my plate, and she went with the Stuffed Pork Loin – a giant slab of pork, pounded and rolled with leeks, spinach, bacon, and coated with parmesan, then served with a sherry au jus.
My girl knows me so damn well. Or maybe she was just living vicariously through me. One of these days, she just won’t be able to resist the call of the bacon. Either way, I really enjoyed this dish. The pork was succulent, and the leek/spinach/bacon stuffing just seemed like a natural pairing for the pork loin. The only way it could have been better would have been having this dish served in a bacon gravy, with a side of bacon lollipops.
Sweet merciful Jebus I love bacon.
I’m sure that Restaurant Week brings in the volume and the dollars, but the set menu does this establishment no justice whatsoever. I almost wish that we hadn’t gone here for Restaurant Week in the first place. While PS7′s still might not be at the top of my favorite places in the city, it’s certainly much better than I had originally thought.
The best part? The kitchen sends a dessert out to every table, compliments of the chef. Two freshly made soft truffles.
Still looks like a skidmark to me. A damn tasty one, at that.





























