
134 Reade Street, New York, NY
Several menu items are labeled Creekstone.
In his eponymous restaurant, Chef Marc Forgione showcases his innovative yet approachable New American cuisine using the best seasonal and local ingredients. Opened in 2008 in TriBeCa with partner Chris Blumlo, Restaurant Marc Forgione attracts an eclectic mix of locals and visitors who come for the contemporary food and drink with friendly service in a comfortable setting. As the son of renowned chef Larry Forgione, Chef Marc Forgione has been developing his skills in the kitchen since he was 16 years old, first at his father's restaurant An American Place and then with notable chefs Kazuto Matsusaka, Patricia Yeo, Michel Guerard and Laurent Tourondel. From these varied experiences, Forgione has created a straightforward American style with bold flavors and playful touches. Menus change frequently to showcase fresh ingredients, local farmers and purveyors, and new twists on seasonal American favorites.
134 Reade Street, New York, NY

My favorite neighborhood restaurantm

Busy place on a Wednesday Young Good vibes Pleasant hostess Had dinner at the Bar … ??☺️

Excellent restaurant with a good atmosphere to go with it. Service was great, wine selection was excellent, I can see what people rave about this place. I highly recommend trying “The Egg” when you see it on the menu, don’t ask, just get it. Fun experience! Great place for a nice celebration, they definitely do the work to take care of you.

Seemed like the bar are was a bit short staffed but overall great experience and excellent food!

One of the most disappointing meals I have had this year. Service was abysmal. We let them know my wife had a dairy allergy. 15 minutes after ordering they informed us none of the 8 different dishes we attempted to order could be made without dairy including any pastas. When we asked what they could make without dairy they gave us a blank stare and said they needed another 15 minutes and ultimately only came up with the tartare. The chicken skewers weren’t just burnt, they were cremated. The tartare was sickeningly sweet. The tomato salad sounded promising but was super underwhelming - needed acidity and salt. The decor screamed medieval AirBnb. There was a massive sign that read “Believe” and separately a large infinity symbol for decor. The whole chicken was solid. Would eat here if this was the only option in an airport.