[Pigging by Wilfrid: October 6, 2015]
Well, I mean, the name of the place. Meadowsweet. A pastoral idyll. Dingly dell. Le Pré Brooklyn. A midsummer night's pigging. But I admit, the name was completely off my radar.
A Michelin-starred restaurant right across the street from Peter Luger--yes, on that distinctly unpastoral, windswept stretch of Broadway under the shadow of the Williamsburg Bridge. Just a step of two from the old bank building which is now a beguilingly rose-lit event space.