While not quite Marienbad, the last night at M. Wells did have a slightly surreal quality - a mix of industry folk and devoted followers lined up outside the battered diner on the corner of obscure and nowhere in Long Island City, ready to dive once more into an order of bone marrow and snails. Surprisingly it was our first and only visit to this now legendary institution - one which we had imagined to be found at the end of some epic journey, surrounded by a sea of taxi lots and the remnants of industry, rather than just steps from the 7 train two stops removed from Manhattan.But accessibility did not break the illusion that this was something odd, not quite great but still some kind of wonderful in a distinctly 21st century, non John Hughes way. Legendarily lax on the service side though it may have been - we saw some evidence of that but also had incredibly cheery and accommodating interactions with several staff members - and a supremely tight fit, M. Wells was a place for rich cooking and bold flavors. And we can't say it disappointed on that front.
Now this being a booze column, you'll likely want a round-up of spirits and notes on wine. We can't really judge a place on its last night as the list was no longer complete - what we did see looked good and we managed quite well, but a request for another bottle of a certain wine was met with an apology. We had drunk the last one, something that was just right given the circumstances. We did try a couple drinks - the Defenestration was a nicely aromatic yet somehow lacking, its mix of cognac, cocchi americano, punt e mes and benedictine not quite coming together, while the Glimmer, gin, aperol, licor 43, cava and orange blossom developed a kind of bubble gum-y quality enhanced by the fizzy cava. Interesting and not unpleasant.
But M. Wells was about the food - the bone marrow, the giant pieces of meat, putting foie on everything. It was comfort and excess all in one, an ode to times full of uncertainty where corporate profits break records but regular folk are left out and just want something that's, well, a bit different. The superstar sadly wasn't the bone marrow, which was sampled a few times and only half delivered due in part to underwhelming snails, but the surprising General Tso sweetbreads. This was a sweetbreads dish for those who are afraid of the ingredient and would rather pretend it were chicken. Or more simply, crack for foodies. Also excellent was the beef tongue salad, great big chunks of tongue over greens, and the chix fried schwab - though you had to watch for the funky bits. This is post-modern cooking which means you can always expect funky bits.
All was topped off by an unbelievable banana cream pie. Pillowly soft and deliciously decadent, it was the perfect accompaniment to the staff conga line that bounced through the tiny space. Last night indeed.




This week we took a ride out to Citi Field to check it out - not because we're Mets fans as much as we were curious about the food & beverage choices post hype. First of all, the stadium is a stunner and shares many similarities with the new Yankee Stadium. You can walk all the way around it on the main level, it's more open and has better views of the field and it has cup holders in standing areas so you can grab a beer and stand with a view of the field. All big improvements in stadium design. As a negative, the place is too loud with speakers everywhere, even above the ticket windows, making it difficult to even buy a ticket due to the noise.
The selection of beer was wide - there is also a rum bar best avoided - but it takes some perusing to find the best bargains. However, the beer is much cheaper than Yankee Stadium, with far more choices. There is a "Big Apple Brews" hut near they Meyer joints and they sell 12 ounce bottles of real beer (Bud Light and Coors Light are not real beers) for $6.75. We preferred "Beers of the World" where you could get 16 ounces of Stella, Czechvar and a few other Euro beers on draft for $7.50. There are two of these stands, near 1st base and 3rd base, and if you go on the right night, an 80 year old named Irwin will serve you. The guy is a hoot. Oh, and don't forget your ID. You cannot buy beer without ID, no matter how old you are. We saw a 50-sth woman turned away because she wasn't carrying any ID.
Char No. 4 tags itself a whiskey bar and restaurant, and it certainly delivers on the brown liquor front. The list has 150+ American whiskeys as well as whiskeys from around the world, so we were excited to peruse the list and take advantage of the 1 oz pour options to taste some obscure stuff.

