These homemade marshmallows intimidate me. I'm not much for sweets, and these suckers are denser than the mass-market processed ones. I ended up eating about a third before it did me in.
Prune's potatoes rosti have got to be amongst the best in town; they are the perfect combination of crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. The omelette doesn't look to soft with its wide expanse of smooth exterior, but it had a surprisingly light and fluffy interior, and there was a more than generous smear of sour cream that made me wonder why I had ever been reluctant to order this dish.
Next goal, go to Prune for dinner. I really need to find a way to get G, my so-called friend, bastard consultant, who really is the spawn of a legitimate marriage to go with me because he's the only one I know who will truly embrace a dinner of bone marrow and sweetbreads.
Prune, 54 E. 1st Street (b/n 1st and 2nd Ave.), 212-677-6221
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