You’re really kind of setting yourself up when you name your restaurant Good, don’t you think? I thought for sure I’d be writing that its fare was, “unsurprisingly, good.” But it wasn’t even. My barbequed pork sandwich had no flavor whatsoever-no sweetness, no tanginess, no saltiness, no spiciness-nothing. I could see there was some sort of sauce on that pork. But I could not taste it. It was very strange.
The tomato-basil soup that came as a side to the sandwich had a taste, but it was that of marinara sauce.
Décor was fairly de rigeur for this part of town: craft-paper draped tables, wooden chairs, bare bulbs, a compact but well-stocked bar off to the side selling $10 mojitos and such. The place also had that vague basementy odor that you get when you don’t clean your beer taps or traps well enough. Or maybe it was literally the basement I was smelling.
I did enjoy the article on poisonous spiders in the current issue of the New Yorker.
Good
- 89 Greenwich Ave. (at Bank Street)
- (212) 691-8080
- Meal 9 of 52: barbecued pork sandwich with a side of tomato-basil soup ($9.95).