As I was browsing around my own blog (I'm not THAT narcissistic, I swear – chalk it up to boredom while waiting for Jersey Shore to come on), it dawned on me that I completely forgot to post on Ça Va. What in the hell?? Ça Va, Todd English's relatively new spot (opened over the summer) in Times Square, was f-ing delicious and I FORGOT to write about it. It must be the aging…
Anyway, I was really impressed with the food and service at Ça Va; it's an honest place, and "honest" is hardly a word I would use to describe ANYTHING you find in the tourist trap that is Times Square. It looks fancy, and it is fancy. The menu sounds delicious, and it is delicious. I dined here a couple months back, and yet I still remember how everything tasted. Alzheimers, you will not get the best of me just yet.
In case you didn't take French for six years in school like I did, Ça Va (pronounced Sah-Vah) is a common French term, usually meaning something along the lines of "how are you?" or "how's it going?" Well, after my four/five course meal, it was going quite well. When I go to a French place, the first thing I usually go for is the French onion soup and something "en croute." So…here we have Ça Va's french onion soup and sausage en croute (en croute means wrapped in phyllo deliciousness). I don't even know how much I have to describe it, you can just look at the pictures.
Something different caught my eye though at one point, so I made a special request (read: I added MORE food to my order) for it. Chickpea fries! God bless the chickpea. I love hummus, I love chickpea salad, and now, I love fries made out of ground chickpeas sprinkled with harissa and chorizo dust. Yes, dust made out of sausage. They were salty, crispy and just a little spicy. Nums.
I'm going to dive right in to the side dishes. Don't get me wrong, the main was good (braised short ribs), but for me, it was all about the truffled mac and cheese (made with Orzo pasta) and the creamed spinach. I could marry those two together and live happily ever after with them.
The French are known for their indulgent desserts in the same way that I am known for eating them. Naturally, I gravitate towards chocolate, so I got the special of the night, the dark chocolate tart with mascarpone ice cream (sorry, not on the regular menu, but it should be). And Lindsey (my date that night) got a heaping scoop of salted caramel ice cream (they serve this with the classic Tarte Tatin). UM. The salted caramel ice cream was crazy. And by crazy I mean amazeballs. My chocolate tart was delicious, but why they don't serve the salted caramel ice cream with the chocolate is beyond me. And if I remember correctly, we both told our waiter to tell the chef that they need to pair the salted caramel ice cream with the dark chocolate tart. I'm sure they were thrilled to hear that, but hey, isn't the customer always right?
C'est la vie…