In July 2002, I reviewed Isobel, a restaurant
      in Brooklyn Heights. I raved about Isobel’s cheerful ambiance
      and elegant space. I loved the waitstaff, and the clean, clear
      flavors of Tony Raggiri’s French dishes wowed me. Raggiri had
      an affinity for seafood, turning out a sea bass with morels that
      I still think about. I had high hopes for Isobel, but like Tinto
      (the restaurant it replaced at 66 Henry St.), Isobel was short-lived.
      Balzar, the third optimist to fill the location, opened last
      summer. From the outside, Balzar resembles Soho’s Balthazar,
      a French brasserie. The comparison ends there.
      Balzar’s owner, Nando Ghorchian, who also owns Caffe Buon Gusto
      on Montague Street, hasn’t tinkered much with his predecessor’s
      decor. The heavy wooden tables, pewter chandeliers and rustic
      tiled floor are still in place. He’s added a few settees covered
      in leopard print in the bar and lounge area where a tapas menu
      is served, and he’s kept the leather seats in the dining room
      but painted some of the walls pale green. 
      While the look of the room hasn’t been altered dramatically,
      the food has undergone a sea change. Balzar’s chef, Miguel Leon,
      describes the cuisine as "a little Mediterranean, a little
      Italian, a little French," which sums up the problem: The
      menu is too diverse.
      In the bar and lounge area, a small selection of tapas and raw
      seafood is served. The dinner menu features onion soup, crab
      cakes, grilled calamari, oysters Rockefeller and eggplant parmigiana
      – and that’s just the appetizers. Some dishes, like a light eggplant
      rollatini, are handled beautifully; and some are not, with overcooking
      marring more than one dish. 
      The bread-and-pastry chef, Nataly Herrera, bakes a chewy, salty,
      rosemary-scented focaccia, served warm, that starts the meal
      off with a bang. If only some of the dishes were cooked with
      such care.
      I’d prefer chewing on my sneaker to grinding on the grilled squid,
      although the spicy anchovy mayonnaise served with the calamari
      made a deliciously fishy and salty spread for the focaccia.
      An eggplant rollatini filled with fresh ricotta and mushrooms
      was just right – the eggplant was pleasantly smoky from the grill,
      the filling fluffy, and the tomato sauce chunky and redolent
      of garlic and sweet tomatoes. 
      Pasta that sounded simple and appealing was pedestrian. Pappardelle
      with mixed mushrooms and pecorino cheese was topped with ordinary
      button mushrooms, and the cheese was sprinkled too thinly. A
      hearty spoonful of cheese would have elevated the dish from bland
      to better.
      I wish the entrees made me forget the meal’s beginning, but two
      dishes we tried were ruined by overcooking. The filet mignon,
      ordered medium rare, arrived gray in the center – a heartbreaking
      end to a good piece of meat. Fresh, creamy, truffled mashed potatoes
      and a few string beans and julienned carrots were crisp, but
      bit players couldn’t rescue this flop.
      Neither could tender mussels and sweet clams rescue an elaborate
      bouillabaisse stocked with enough seafood to open an aquarium.
      It would be difficult to find a better-looking entree than the
      pink-and-white bouillabaisse with its black mussel shells and
      wedges of crisp, toasted French bread. In a deep bowl sat big
      chunks of tuna and salmon, loads of mussels, shrimp and clams,
      half a lobster tail and the meat of a lobster claw, all sitting
      in a rich, garlicky, saffron-scented broth.
      After a bite of the overcooked tuna, the dry salmon, and the
      tough lobster claw meat, I was too dejected to do more than pick
      at the perfect mussels and fresh clams. 
      The meal ended on a positive note with a pear and chocolate tart.
      The tart’s filling was bittersweet, somewhere between pudding
      and fudge; and its crust was crisp and buttery. Thin, mint syrup
      was splashed across the plate adding a refreshing note to the
      dessert.
      Equally good was a zabaglione gelato, served in a martini glass,
      with the complex, raisin-like taste of Marsala wine. 
      At the moment, Balzar lacks confidence. The decor, while pleasant,
      lacks visual interest, and the kitchen’s output needs fine-tuning.
      On an evening when this large restaurant seated maybe 20 diners,
      there was no reason for dishes to be served overcooked.
      Once Balzar sharpens its focus, it could become a pleasant place
      in Brooklyn Heights to enjoy a meal.
Balzar Restaurant & Bar (60 Henry
      St. between Cranberry and Orange streets in Brooklyn Heights)
      accepts Visa, MasterCard and American Express. Entrees: $8.95-$18.
      The restaurant serves lunch and dinner seven days a week. Sunday
      brunch is served from 10 am to 3 pm. For reservations call (718)
      243-2010.
    
  


			




















