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“Blue Hill Stone Barns”

Occasion:	Cuisine:	Area:	Cost:	Rating:
Night Out	New American	Upper West Side	Break the Bank	Good

uare feet. Inside we found neat long rows of lettuce, spinach, endive, and all sorts of perky greens sprouting up from the cool earth, including one called Indigo Radicchio with awesome eggplant colored leaves. (A weekly farmer’s market is going to be set up to sell the excess to the public later this summer.) The kids walked around picking leaves out of the ground, offering us bites of spinach. Sweet and grainy with earth. This is what it’s about people. Teach our children to love the land, to understand where their food comes from. Teach them to care, so that we have generations who will give a damn when we are six feet under that soil. Okay, leaving the soapbox now.

After our greenhouse tours, Lauren suggested we visit the Berkshire pigs that they are raising. “Just go up the hill and take the path to the left, and when you go over the knoll (can’t say I have ever seen a knoll before) stop and clap (yes, clap), and the pigs will come.” Come again? You want me to walk over a knoll and clap? Being a bit unsure of what to expect I asked about the possibility of a pig attack, not especially wanting to be trampled by large snorting animals while dressed in a flirty new summer skirt. “No, they wont trample you,” she assured us. “There’s an electrical fence.” Good to know. And so we forged onward, ready to clap, and run, if necessary. We walked back up the hill, searching for the path and the knoll, but we could not find it. We must have looked like lost lambs when we ran into James Ford, the Director of the Center, who, coincidentally was going to feed the pigs some nuts, and who invited us to join him. (They usually eat soy and corn, but he says they get nuts as a treat.) With a plastic carton of mixed salted nuts in hand, we followed him up a steep, unmarked muddy path to the visit the pigs. Luckily, I was not wearing Jimmy Choos (probably because I don’t own any, but you get the idea). But my flip floppy-typed sandals were not exactly ideal, nor was my skirt that I had to yank up to my upper thigh to make the climb, but hey, I was not going to miss the pig feeding. When we reached the knoll (what I now understand is a small hill), we didn’t need to clap (all that practicing for nothing), the pigs heard the nuts coming a mile away and came running towards us in a big pack, snorting and squealing with glee. They were adorable, with their big snouts inflating and deflating as t ... [more, click below]

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Posted: May 16, 2004

Other restaurants in Upper West Side :
+ 'Cesca   + Asiate   + Blue Hill Stone Barns   + Per Se   + The Neptune Room   + Spigolo   + Telepan   + Aix Brasserie   + 'Cesca   + Bar Boulud   + Dovetail   + BarBao   + Dinosaur Bar-be-Que   + Kefi   + Bar Luna   + Ed's Chowder House   + Red Rooster, by Rachel Barbarotta   + Loi by Dara Pollak   

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