by Ian Froeb
Visit the RFT restaurant page late tomorrow afternoon or check back here Wednesday morning to see what I think.I don't remember the first person to tell me about the Piccadilly at Manhattan. Maybe no one did. Maybe I read something somewhere. Whatever the case, every so often over the past couple of years someone would mention the restaurant to me, and I would say, "Oh, yeah, been meaning to go there," and make a mental note to try it. Inevitably, though, because I tend to have new restaurants on the brain and this iteration of the Piccadilly opened in late 2007, that mental note would vanish into my mental fog.
Now, I get restaurant recommendations all the time. These were different. They weren't the breathless emails I receive whenever a new location of Trendhumpers: An American Bistro & Tapas Bar opens. They weren't the tips about strip-mall taquerias certain readers pass along as furtively as pornography. No -- these recommendations were matter-of-fact, though tinged with bemusement. Either you knew about the Piccadilly or you didn't.