Andie, Katie and I met up for dinner at Angus McIndoe, apparently the owner’s actual name, as Andie discovered when she enquired about the restaurant’s party room and was told to give the fellow a call.
The server was obnoxious although it didn’t seem she was trying to be. In addition to her constant gum chewing, she gave me trouble when I asked in earnest about my soup options. (Dialogue recall likely only 60% accurate, as I wasn’t talking notes.)
- Me:
- Do you have any soup specials?
- She:
- We have a chicken curry soup.
- Me:
- What’s that?
- She:
- [trying to be cute, as Katie said later, but failing] It’s like chicken soup with curry in it.
- Me:
- So it’s just curry-flavored chicken soup?
- She:
- No, it’s got little pieces of, like, pasta in it.
- Me:
- You mean like couscous?
- She:
- Kind of, but a little bigger. Balls. [“tee-hee” moment with herself] Balls of pasta. But tiny.
I opted out of the soup. The burger I had wasn’t bad. It was lightly charred on the outside (which I like), indicating an actual grill with rungs was used, and perfectly cooked medium in the middle, as I had requested. The rest of the menu was basic but decent, and the place is certainly conveniently located for anyone going out to a show afterwards, Broadway or otherwise.
Angus McIndoe
- 258 W. 44th St. (between Seventh and Eighth Avenues)
- (212) 221-9222
- Meal 4 of 52: glass of Murphy’s Irish Stout ($5), hamburger with Swiss cheese and bacon and a side of fries ($13), coffee ($2.50).