Hillstone, NYC- A Dark Dining Experience.

Pricey, Greasy, Salty and Dark as Satan’s Corridor:
Hillstone.


  • Fresh Catch of the Day: Cod and it came with a good portion of sautéed spinach, $32 dollars.
  • Light 6-piece, Classic California roll, $14
  • Kale with Peanut Vinaigrette Side-Dish, $7
  • Steamed Green Beans Side-Dish, $7
  • Yellowtail Sashimi and Kale Salad, $23


The service was rushed and the waitress had this oozing insincerity, only matched by the quickness she cleared the table as soon as the last bite had been taken; getting to the table was an obscure, casino like maze. I was rather confused at the basket of warm, moist towels (rolls? no, rolls, towels.) we received when we sat down; wait, are we ordering ribs…what am I missing here, Hillstone?
The, ‘Very Fresh Catch of the Day’ was indeed fresh, and had great flavor and perfectly cooked, flakey and light as cod should be, however, the sautéed spinach was an imperfect pair. They both were heavy and rather greasy and did not compliment each other. The last bit of contention was the price- how could Salmon be more affordable than Cod?
However, let me get to the main source of my consternation: At our table of 4, we each requested individually, for our meals to be light on salt, and easy on the oil. Our request was flatly denied. Our meals were all heavily oiled and salty save the steamed green beans.


Hillstone, I can see the elegance and sophistication with the sharp, snap-to, front-house service, and I can understand the idea of ambiance, albeit a very dark ambience, and I appreciate the food, it all was fresh and well-prepared but the whole package just seems to extreme: too sharp, too dark, too rich.
If I were to return in the future, I would order the steak, ribs or Hamburger instead of the fish and vegetable based fare.

 

Hillstone 
153 E 53rd St.
New York, NY
(212) 888-3828

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Marooned

I borrowed my uncle’s truck in some alternate vision: we drove Pacific Highway.
I couldn’t imagine the details of the location, except, cliffs and a wayward sun; you were smiling with ruby painted lips, and all that blonde hair was being blown in a California wind.
We’d wind down a road as the stars were comin’ out after that explosion of color, the sunset and I’d make love to you in the bed of that pickup truck, with it’s gate down, pulled up along side some roaring cove.
Wrapped in each other, there was no time, no limit, no future…the present was just you and I with the salt of the beach and all these lights they call stars.
You told me you loved me.
But I saw how your eyes looked westward and away, running faster than jet planes and harder to navigate than the widest ocean- something that I may never catch up to. I reckon, it’s that wild untameable, chaotic thing that pours fire all over to drown me; it’s that glittering unattainable bauble I’ll call your heart.
I sought for you with my hands and grasped at nothing, a ghost and it sent pain through my arms like ice in my veins. A terrible disquietude stole over me and infected my soul; a summer breeze makes me weak, the swell of tide brings me to my knees.
Was it the beauty of spontaneity that made childish hearts glow and did it lose its luster at the weight of mature feelings bloomed? Does the severity of love make you skiddish, so much that you force yourself to flee from feelings that might hold you responsible? For me it was as if my cup runneth over and the next was drained empty at one viscious swallow.
You’ve jumped ship and left the crew looking towards the helm.
And now there’s a mutiny as the ship founders on a muddy shoal.
I am marooned. Come back, rechart these waters, find me where I lay. Sit by my side and explain what cannot be. The eloquence of words, perhaps would be lost, I’d leave them aside for a drink of clear water. I’ve poured over what man may know of heartache and reason and have come out none the wiser.
Lest the moment be lost forever, kiss me once more…I may yet show you how I still cherish the golden illumination of your mouth as spirit may pass to spirit in the ancient custom of love.


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A Breakfast Burrito Farewell to Good Ol’ San Diego

I left Ocean Beach, San Diego with a heavy heart knowing that I’m leaving behind some of the tastiest socal-mex food on the planet, killer friends and great beach breaks.  I will always remember all the tasty, taco-tuesday outings, that epic thanksgiving swell (got myself on the front page, on the first issue of the new year!) and all those friendly faces from a nice little beachside hostel.

Jumping the Pier for the Swell

Though it is a sad day, I was filled with a hope for a bright future to come in the island of Oahu, Hawai’i; I was also filled by a farewell breakfast burrito from Roberto’s.

Goodbye old friend I’ll miss your melty cheese, and fried potatoes and all that tasty sausage, adios.


Roberto’s 4770 Voltaire St, San Diego, CA 92107(619) 523-1162 

Events of Foreign Sojourn, Collage

Events of Foreign Sojourn, Collage

A Breakfast Burrito Farewell to Good Ol’ San Diego

I left Ocean Beach, San Diego with a heavy heart knowing that I’m leaving behind some of the tastiest socal-mex food on the planet, killer friends and great beach breaks.  I will always remember all the tasty, taco-tuesday outings, that epic thanksgiving swell (got myself on the front page, on the first issue of the new year!) and all those friendly faces from a nice little beachside hostel.

Jumping the Pier for the Swell

Though it is a sad day, I was filled with a hope for a bright future to come in the island of Oahu, Hawai’i; I was also filled by a farewell breakfast burrito from Roberto’s.

Goodbye old friend I’ll miss your melty cheese, and fried potatoes and all that tasty sausage, adios.


Roberto’s 4770 Voltaire St, San Diego, CA 92107(619) 523-1162 

Events of Foreign Sojourn, Collage

Events of Foreign Sojourn, Collage