Bistro Rollin

142 Fifth Ave. Pelham, NY 10803 • (914)


After butchering the pronunciation of this place for the last five years, we finally decided to pay it a visit, and I am so glad we did, because I had heard mixed reviews and that it was overrated. But we went with expectations in check and it did not disappoint.

For starters we had the Oysters Rollin, which were quite good, and the stuffed zucchini flowers, which were excellent. Each dressed with a subtle hit of flavor from its accouterments . The oysters, with their refreshing citrus jus. And the flowers with their nice pop of heat.

We also did the pork pate, which was also pretty nice. Served with cornichon, stone ground mustard and crostinis.

After that, we each had our entrees, and I personally went with the waiter’s reco, the duck. And it was terrific. Perfectly cooked. Served over a bed of soft polenta and caramelized baby onions for sweetness.

My friend had the moulles frites- but opted for the curry version- also quite stellar.

My wife had the filet, which was the only thing that was just “eh.”

Then came dessert. We ordered two for the table. The tart tatin and the profiteroles. Both were good, but the hero was the ice cream served atop the apple tart. So creamy  the cow must’ve been an overachiever . As for the desserts themselves, they both could’ve stood to be a little flakier. But good nonetheless.

Paul also recommended a wonderful wine to drink it all down with. Which we did. And service in general was not only good, but very friendly.

Glad I finally went. It’s the only other French Bistro in Westchester- the other being Red Hat, that I’ve liked. And while Red Hat might win on décor/setting, I think Rollin has the edge on the food.

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Rocket Pig

463 W 24th St. New York, NY 10001 • (212) 645-5660 •


If I were a pig and took a bite of this sandwich, I think I would have to keep chewing- full knowing that it is in fact pig that I’m eating. That’s how good it is.

So why not 5 stars? Well, I didn’t actually go here. Someone else picked up take out for me. So I am reserving judgment on decor and service until I return, which will happen as soon as my arteries forgive me.

As for the desserts, they are pretty sick as well. The bacon caramels are so rich I couldn’t decide if I was experiencing bliss or disgust. The brownie is a solid good. But the belles of the ball for me were the hazelnut cream cookies.

And yes, I feel like Jabba the Hutt right now.

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