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Uncle Nick’s

January 19th, 2005 · No Comments · Dining, Reviews

Over the weekend, Conny View definition in a new window and I made it to Uncle Nick’s for the monthly Nosuch dining experience.

Uncle Nick’s is a Greek restaurant on 9th Avenue in Hell’s Kitchen. While I typically had slightly more upscale establishments in mind for the Nosuch dining experience, we decided that the type of cuisine was sufficiently novel to us to warrant a visit. That, and it is a short walk away, a strong selling point when it is freezing cold outside.

I know very little about Greek food, other than the usual things: olives, feta, lamb, and gyros. Apparently seafood is very Greek, since the menu had plenty of fish dishes. I was a bit of a coward, and opted for a swordfish steak instead of a grilled bass, since the waiter was kind enough to let me know the bass was one of those “whole fish” deals. While having my dinner peer up from the plate doesn’t really bother me, I’m just lazy when it comes to food. I was forced to make my meal a bit more Greek when I was informed they were out swordfish steaks, but I could have a swordfish kebab instead. Conny got a gyro platter. And while I knew we were already going to get generous portions, I decided we should get the Cretan meatball appetizer, if for no other reason than to try something new, and it sounded Greek with the whole “Cretan” thing. We didn’t get any wine with dinner, only because we enjoyed a few drinks before arriving at Uncle Nick’s, and opted to remain conscious through the meal.

The food and service were both good, though the dining room is a bit tightly packed: not exactly romantic, but certainly a high energy room, with a certain festive charm. We left quite stuffed, and our tab was very reasonable.

If we ever have a guest who is craving a Greek dinner, I would go back again. I also hear they have a lovely outside dining area in the back, but it being January and all, we didn’t get to experience that. Maybe next summer.

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