Realizing your dreams can require finding the perfect partner, like when Hall & Oates met while both were fleeing a gang fight like a couple of rich girls. Now making cuisine that you really can go for, Horne & Dekker, opening Tuesday
Serving up-leveled comfort food ("the stuff your mom would cook, if she was a ninja"), H&D's a laid-back but ambitious industro-bistro plotted out in mere days after Fogo de Chao's former chief marketer (Dekker) hooked up with an alum of Star Canyon/Abacus/Kitchen 1924/Five-Sixty (Horne); to properly set the chow, they've outfitted the skylit, garage door'd ex-Urbino space with wine bottle-bannister'd wood booths, egg-like paper ceiling lamps, and an herb-gardened patio one-sided by a fake grass-covered wall (find yours in the back pages of High Architectural Times). The menu kicks off with the likes of "Groovy Mushroom Soup", "Cockles, Sausage, & Blondes" (sauced-up shellfish & links), and "Duck, Duck, Irish Goose" confit, then moves on to wood-fired pizzas like bbq duck w/ chévre -- allowing you to get their goat without making them angry. Mains run from "Poor Man's Lobster" (monkfish tacos) to pork shoulder braised with real-sugar Dr Pepper, to "Oven Roasted Foghorne Leghorne"; or go with "Grape & Grub", where the chef'll create a wine-paired four-courser after consulting with you on what you don't like, ensuring you're not stuck with Oven Roasted "The Butt".
To marinate your mind, there'll be 12 taps (Shiner to Pyramid Haywire), a 100+ wine list, and simple hooch classics (martini, pina colada, Grandma Smash...); come September they'll launch a bloody bar'd brunch, and start doling free "Walk of Shame" cocktails to anyone with photo-proof that they're wearing the same clothes as the night before -- though if your pics tell a tale that ends with Did It in a Minute, best save them for Private Eyes.