It was our final night of the trip and we didn’t have a dinner reservation. After walking along The High Line and browsing through the shops of Chelsea Market, we were looking for a place to dine in the Meatpacking District. I wanted to go to Pastis, but Andrew isn’t a fan of French food. Spice Market was right there, with an outdoor table calling our name. The interior decor was absolutely beautiful. We hadn’t eaten much Asian food, so we thought we’d give it a try. Plus, it’s a Jean-Georges restaurant…what could go wrong?

It’s not that the food or service was horrible…it wasn’t. It just wasn’t that good. The meal started off strong with good drinks and excellent appetizers – the soup, samosas, and the satay were quite yummy. However, it was all downhill from there (kind of reminds me of FANG in SF). I can’t even remember what the entrees tasted like. I just remember not wanting to eat much of it. Same with the dessert. And for once, Andrew and I were in agreement.