Blue Hill At Stone Barns

Blue Hill at Stone Barns is on every New Yorker’s bucket list of places to eat.  I’ve been wanting to go for years because I heard the farm was gorgeous and supposedly, the food at the restaurant is the freshest and cleanest food you’ll ever taste.  My boyfriend, who is the best eating partner in town, and I went for lunch last Sunday.  You get a choice of 5, 8, or 12 courses.  We did the 5 course tasting with wine pairing.  Even though we were at a farm, this was considered a fancy lunch.  The service was comparable to the French Laundry.  Everyone from the wait staff was completely spot on.  They were knowledgeable on everything on the menu even down to the very last piece of powder and salt.  I do have to say that you must love your vegetables in oder to appreciate the simplicity of the meal here.  The magic of the meal is in the simplicity of the ingredients which for some were harvested a few meters away.  The menu changes daily because the chef only prepares things that are the freshest that day.  I have never tasted vegetables like that before.  An heirloom tomato which grew from a 100 year old seed tastes completely different than one you buy at a supermarket.  I can’t even describe to you the flavor because it makes the vegetables that you normally eat taste like water.  After the three hour lunch (I can’t imagine how long the 12 course is), we walked around the farm to see the animals and gardens.  It’s such a beautiful place but it made me wonder, why have I been eating flavorless vegetables all these years?  It was an eye-opening experience.  These were some of my favorite dishes plus the farm and gardens.

{Inside the dining room}

 {Vegetable crudite}

{Grilled onion and chocolate mint whoopie pies}

{Make-your-own heirloom tomato salad with assorted toppings}

 {Poached egg with foragers mushrooms}

 {Charcoal ravioli with carmen pepper puree and basil salt}

 {Rainbow chard growing in the garden}

 {Fresh flowers and a surprise guest}

 {One of many pigs on the farm}

 {Sunflowers in the field}