bossa, as in bossa nova. as in brazilian. i think. ya, must be cause they serve brahma. or however you spell it.
assistant and i went there for lunch. so nice, sat by the windows and it felt like a real new york city moment.
which got more real...and fast. but first the food.
brett ashley (two names) ordered the curry mango chicken. i was weary since it was hot outside, but ok. i got the lentils, rice, and lamb merguez with a yogurt sauce. both were insanely good.
hers wasnt too rich or thick. it was a light yellow curry and the chicken wasn't gross. plus the mango didn't overpower anything.
the sausage was amazing (if i had a nickel for every time i said that...). the lentils/rice were a bit soupy, but i got used to it after a few bites and actually liked that it wasn't dense.
we had to have a cappuccino afterwards, which tasted like CANDY it was so good, to finish watching the new york city drama unfold in front of us.
likes his tan. i first saw him last summer on prince and mulberry. it was the first time i saw a fire hydrant open. and there was this old man with his beach chair on the sidewalk with a a newspaper acting like he could have been at far rockaway or st. barts. either.
this same guy was about to set up camp at the hydrant in front of us. just as he places his green and yellow striped beach chair at the bumper of a chevy, in backs a range rover sport into the no parking zone in front of his oncoming temporary waterfall. THE GUY WAS PISSED. he spent at least 21 minutes on his cell phone (shirtless), pacing around the car, talking to the police department about an illegally parked vehical... i've been on the phone for 19 minutes--whaddya want? my fingerprints? my DNA? i'm calling about a fuckin cah, heyah.
so along walks a (super hot) FDNY guy. yielding a wrench so huge i would be turned on if he threatened to fix my leak. (gross). he not only opens the hydrant for this guy, but replaces a cap with the man's custom made cap with strategically placed holes so that a perfect spray hits just nearly have the street, with a smaller stream that flows into a doggie water bowl-which he provided. so not only does he do that, he also points the stream to hit the driver's side door of the range rover. everyone clapped! it was awesome.
of course when the douche returned to his black car, he and his goombah girlfriend just climed in the passenger side door. but come, they must have been just a little embarrassed.
barbossa is on mott btween prince and houston. they take cards.