Yup, you read that right. Jerry Seinfeld on The Infatuation. Excuse us while we go change pants, we just peed a little. Let's get this out of the way first - there will be no mention of Monk's because we all know it doesn't really exist, and the food at the real spot, Tom's Restaurant, is average at best. There will be no soup nazi business either.
Seinfeld. F*cking Seinfeld. This is so awesome. We can't imagine what our lives would be like without growing up with Jerry, who remains someone we quote daily. And here he is, offering up his own restaurant picks for our silly little site. Well, sort of. Jerry's restaurant picks are below, however, being that he doesn’t get the whole “foodie” thing (us either) – he isn’t one to discuss food other than placing an order at a restaurant or counter. That's where Jerry's EEEEEATS obsessed wife, Jessica, comes in. Since Jerry is not someone who puts a lot of thought into where and what to eat, JS2 serve as his guide in that department. Thus, Jerry’s Friday Fives are below, as dictated by his wife. Seinfelds, you magnificent bastards.
The new season of Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee - Jerry's highly entertaining interwebs show, where he drives around in old cars, drinking coffee and shooting the sh*t with his peers - just returned for its fourth season yesterday. The first episode features Sarah Jessica Parker, her sweet old wood-paneled station wagon, and a meal at Colony Diner in East Meadow. New episodes will premiere every Thursday at noon, so add a reminder to your calendar for weekly comic relief. To keep up with the latest, "Like" Comedians In Cars Getting Coffee on Facebook, follow Jerry on Twitter, and check out his go-to restaurants below, as narrated by his lovely wife.
jerrys "perfect for" picks
"Babbo is Jerry’s favorite restaurant in the world, (other than Pizzeria Bianco in Phoenix, Arizona). He loves anything Mario Batali. Eataly is one of his favorite cultural institutions. We have our birthday meals there every year. He also loves Mario Batali, the human. Those two have bro’d up hard over the past few years and they talk about anything other than food."
"Charlie Bird is his second favorite. He deemed it “perfect” the last time we were there. The wine, the pasta, the crispy chicken, along with proprietor extraordinaire Robert Bohr and his team make it one of the most best places to eat great food and have fun in NYC."
"Bagels are a passion of Jerry’s, cliché of clichés from the King of Jewish Pop Culture. He is particular about bagels, and does NOT care for the fancy bagel. This artisan thing that has kicked up is really going piss him off. The fact the now defunct H&H; is no longer down the block from our house has cast a black cloud overhead. If it wasn’t such a newly crowded space, Jerry and I would create our own line of perfect, old school NYC bagels called J&J.; Alas, we get them from Zabar’s on Sundays, along with lox from “our guys” behind the fish counter, veggie cream cheese, fresh OJ, and sour pickles. Jerry even feels that walking into Zabar’s is a meal in of itself. The smells are so NYC to him, so primal, that just smelling Zabar’s is the greatest free meal in New York. We pop in to get rugelach at this place called Sugar and Plumm; it will make your head explode, if you are into rugelach."
"Dough Doughnuts in Bed Stuy is on the regular at our house. It has become our place of worship on the weekends. We even went there after Jerry’s mother’s funeral, because when celebrating her amazing life, we wanted to be reminded that there is still pure joy in the world. Aside from Betty Seinfeld, it comes in the form of a Dough Doughnut."
"Jerry has this fantasy that he is a chic, tan, elegant Italian man who on the weekend walks down Madison Avenue wearing loafers with no socks, pressed jeans and a perfectly tailored sport jacket with a silk pocket square. To continue the fantasy, we pop in Via Quadronno just off Madison Ave for lunch, where you can see this specimen in the wild. Quickly, fantasy becomes reality, which is always a harsh step down. So, we laugh, and tuck into salads, Panini, and save room for their tiramisu and coffeeeee, knowing we look just as wild and West Side-y in that bastion of EuroChic."