Ever wondered what a French-inspired Nouveau American brasserie in a luxury Midtown hotel would look like? Marc Murphy made one, and it’s delightful.
Here are a few things you should know:
1. Yes, that Marc Murphy. You know, the Chopped judge.
2. It’s in the Viceroy. Fancy.
3. 32-ounce ribeye.
With an inviting interior designed by the guys who did Lafayette, a massive bar with an impressive assemblage of craft cocktails, leather banquettes galore, and a retro stool-studded open kitchen, Kingside brings its white glazed brick cool to an unexpected setting in what is regarded as one of the city’s most commercialized neighborhoods.
It’s fine dining minus the Bendel bag-toting snobbery that you’ll find in proximate establishments; a Murphy signature echoing his down-to-earth personality through a refined medium. The menu, replete with modern European fare, is tailored impeccably to the curious American palate, ranging from raw bar selections and plates of various sizes to serious share-worthy plates including a certified Angus cowboy ribeye with roasted marrow and a free range organic roasted chicken for two. There’s a burger, of course, souped up with soppressata, roasted snails in garlic butter, hay-aged pecorino toast, you get the picture.
We’re also fans of the conveniently gluten free decadence that is the King Bar – an impossibly rich chocolate thing layered with caramel, sprinkled with sea salt, and doused in blackberry coulis. It happened and we’re not mad.
Essentially, if you’re in Midtown and feel like not being in Midtown, yet don’t feel like physically leaving Midtown, and happen to be hungry during breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, or late-night-but-still-socially-acceptable-dining hours, you can’t not go to Kingside. Or if you’re still reeling from the dessert description, it’s worth the trek. Trust us.
Kingside
124 West 57th Street
212.707.8000
