Ureña

37 East 28th Street between Park and Madison Avenues
212/213.2328
about $150 for two, with two drinks, without tip
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Update, 2007: Renovated as Pamplona

Ureña is the latest restaurant to open in Murray Hill from one of David Bouley’s apprentice and ex-executive chef of Blue Hill, Alex Ureña. The restaurant has been dubbed one of the ugliest by New York blogs when it opened, but it was obvious that they’ve listened to the critics by the time we visited. They’ve softened the lights to tone down the harshness of the yellow walls and swirl-patterned carpet. The bar is still by the door, but New York City real estate doesn’t come cheap and I can imagine that it will stay there.

Alex Ureña is Dominican and Ureña is billed under Spanish food, but I would categorize it under New American because the menu was a mishmash of different ingredients and cooking techniques. There’s a lot more fish in the menu than I expected, but there’s really nothing unheard of. I wanted to see more of the experimental side of the chef–the El Bulli techniques he’s learned from another mentor, Ferran Adrià.

I did enjoy the octopus and the arctic char with the sweetbreads. The beef ribs also melted like butter. The sauce was a good match to our Grenache. The reward came during dessert with one of Caryn Stabinsky’s creations, of Wylie Dufresne’s WD-50. I loved the beet panna cotta; it was in perfect harmony with the sour cream and orange salt.

Our waiter did not warm up to us until he saw that we loved our dessert. When we were seated, he asked us if we wanted tap or sparkling water. When the boy answered tap, he asked us what “chap” was. He may have left us perplexed, but I’m pretty sure Ureña will finally surprise us the next time we drop by.

A Salt and Battery

80 Second Avenue between 4th and 5th Streets
212/254.6610
about $20 for two, with drinks, with tip

I either order cod or haddock when I stop by. I soak them in vinegar and brown sauce. Everything goes down easily with Boddingtons. Mushy peas, baked beans and pickled onions are also on the menu if the chips are not enough for you. I could barely understand the cockney slang of the guys behind the counter but all I know is that the fish and chips at A Salt and Battery are as good as they get outside of the U.K.

Sobaya

229 East 9th Street off St. Mark’s Place and Second Avenue
212/533.6966
about $50 for two, without drinks, with tip
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One of the few places that still hand-roll and hand-cut their soba noodles is Sobaya, one of my lunch staples. Whether I order a hot bowl of soba or a cold one, I always pick the one with nameko mushrooms. The one with the yam is also good. If you have a large appetite, one of their lunch boxes is an excellent choice.

Otafuku

236 East 9th Street off St. Mark’s Place and Second Avenue
212/353.8503
$5 for one, cash only

More like a shack than a restaurant, Otafuku has been a mainstay of this small block of Japanese stores. They have Japanese pancakes, okonomiyaki, but going to Otafuku means ordering the 6-piece takoyaki, octopus meat rolled into balls and mixed with ginger and scallions and topped with bonito flakes. They’re delicious as appetizers while you wait for a table at Sobaya but they’re also a good alternative to sreet hot dogs when you’re out drinking.

Alidoro

105 Sullivan Street off Spring
212/334.5179
about $25 for two, without drinks, without tip

Known as the Sandwich Nazi to those of us who worked during the dot-com days around SoHo, Alidoro is now bright and airy with its yellow washed walls and friendly successor. I was once shushed by the temperamental sandwich maker while I stood in line for a $9 Geppeto (sopressata, caponata of eggplant, arugula in focaccia bread) so it’s now refreshing to have someone behind the counter smile even if you mispronounce the Italian sandwich names.


Sopressata and arugula in focaccia

It’s easy to assemble a prosciutto, mozarella and artichoke sandwich, making it hard to justify the $10 price (plus, you pay 50 cents to a $1.50 depending on the bread you choose) but everything just tastes better when you don’t have to lift a finger to eat a delicious sandwich.