I couldn’t get enough of the great deals during Restaurant Week ($35 three-course dinners at some of the city’s best restaurants), so I reserved a table at Django where Marc joined me after work for a second night of eating out.
Inspired by the legendary French gypsy and jazz guitarist, Django Reinhardt, Django’s décor and riviera cuisine sweep visitors away to the French Riviera as it calls on rich ingredients of France and the Mediterranean.
The Restaurant Week menu was simple, but provided enough variety although, in the end, Marc and I ordered the exact same appy (Sweet Jersey Corn Chowder) and dessert (Bittersweet Chocolate Financier—a light, spongy tea cake—topped with a summer apricot mousse), but chose different entrées. I went with the delicate, yet flavorful Pan-Seared Chatham Cod served with heirloom tomatoes, basmati rice, and braised rainbow chard while Marc opted for the Herb Roasted Pork Loin which was accompanied by a grilled peach chutney, hominy, and mustard greens.
We were seated in a private, quiet corner inside a Moroccan-esque curtained room that featured a modern, sleek leather banquette that ran along the walls of the room and were topped with ornately decorated pillows, perfect for resting my weary spine after a long day at work. The rest of the establishment holds about 300 with a terrace that’s open during summer that promises diners will “experience an oasis in the heart of Midtown with our beautiful hedges and fresh flowers.”
Marc and I were impressed by the seasonal cuisine and fresh flavors at Django and we both enjoyed our meals a great deal, but, in comparison, last night‘s dinner was better. And, also for the second night in a row, I walked all the way home in yet another pair of high heels—this time a fabulous pair of mauve, open-toe Enzo Angiolini pumps. I can say, with 100% certainty, that I will only be wearing sneakers for the next four days…but, boy, was it worth it.