Go to Lighthouse and eat the ceviche. It’s the best ceviche I’ve had in NYC. The small cuts of fatty salmon and avocado, fresh tomatoes, and a tinge of the right spice, served with crunchy (not crispy) corn chips are blissful.
Admittedly, the ceviche may be a bit different depending on when you go – the restaurant focuses on seasonal ingredients, evident in the freshness of the food. The mussels (which in the world at large are hit or miss) were a Hit-Sink in their coconut lemongrass broth – good enough to eat past your fill. (I did, because there were many, for those of you concerned with portion size.)
The mood here matches the food – classy but grounded. Lighthouse is situated on a skinny outcropping of the block where Borinquen Pl. meets Keap St. (near the Lorimer L stop). The shape of the place is a narrow triangle, so it’s fun to sit in the back, opposite the door, where you have a complete vista of the restaurant and clientele. The Southern wall is all windows, so you can people-watch indoors and outdoors as you please.
Around 9 pm (it was a weekday) the bar filled up, likely in part due to the cocktails, which are given as much attention as the food. I’d return here for The Irish Exit – whiskey, pineapple, ginger and lime, with a candied ginger notching the rim. Our Man in Havana was another good one, with three liquors that balance each other surprisingly well.
Though everything was well done, the smaller plates lacked luster (honestly they may have just paled in comparison to the ceviche…) The pickled eggplant can’t be described in any way other than… pickled eggplant. I must add that the chicken main dish here sounded amazing (our waiter explained the cooking process and “juicy, crispy skin” in delectable detail) but we couldn’t eat/afford any more food.