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Balthazar Burns Something — and Not Blackened Fish

Someone's going to have the munchies.
Someone’s going to have the munchies.


Around 11:54 p.m. last night, while seated at our beloved Balthabar (you know, the bar at Balthazar?), we smelled a strong, unmistakable odor that definitely wasn’t Camembert. We weren’t the only ones: A server walked by saying, “Someone’s got some good weed.” And just like that, the smell was gone. Did it come from the adjacent kitchen, a half-hour before it closed? We’re not saying it did — perhaps the engagement party nearby was taking liberties — but, nevertheless, salmon and hollandaise aside, this bastion of gentility may have a “house smoker.”

Balthazar Burns Something — and Not Blackened Fish