Restaurant Review: The Palm Court Restaurant
Step into the dining room of The Palm Court Restaurant in The Carltun, and you may feel as if you’ve entered a grand palazzo. The restaurant’s snow white columns, arched alcoves, hand-painted murals and marble fireplace evoke an air of stately refinement. Mahogany wood chairs with upholstered tapestry, solid glass tables with starched white linen, and soft-lit brass sconces are but a few of the design elements that help make The Palm Court Restaurant a perfect setting for elegant dining.
The contemporary American menu is filled with dishes that dazzle both eye and palate. A special appetizer one night, fig salad with prosciutto and goat cheese in a delicate tamarind sauce, was a gastronomic knockout. The Palm salad with fresh mozzarella, artichokes and roasted peppers, was a winner too, replete with hearts of palm bathed in a delectable balsamic vinaigrette. Other appetizer choices include “cappuccino style” lobster bisque, Alaskan crab cakes with a Pernod honey sauce, sautéed Sonoma Valley foie gras and, for caviar lovers, a choice of beluga, oscietre and sevruga—all served with heavenly potato blinis.
Entrée choices range from braised salmon over artichokes and spinach to broiled Chilean sea bass in an aged port reduction to a hefty grilled Porterhouse steak with mashed potatoes. One evening’s entrée special, a terrific stroke of luck for a diner yearning to sample much of the kitchen’s magic, consisted of smaller portions of the restaurant’s four most popular entrée dishes: wonderfully flavorful breast of Long Island duck in a Port Hoisen sauce, terrifically tender filet mignon wrapped in a phyllo puff pastry, scrumptious South African lobster tail with broccoli rabe, and perfectly cooked baby lamb chops in a savory Guinness stout and roasted garlic sauce.
Desserts are definite musts. The Palm Court’s “chocolate, chocolate, chocolate” is a chocoholic’s dream: a thin slice of dense chocolate brownie, a mini chocolate tart, and a chocolate shell filled with rich chocolate mousse. Who can ask for anything more?
East Meadow, NY