The buttered tortilla concept seemed sort of weird in the abstract, but really it was not much different than a less flaky roti. Plus, they were blue. Served as the starch with a balsamic and olive oil dressed mound of chicken liver, it was a lot of richness, and reminded me of something I would make if drunk and/or too lazy to go to the grocery store, which is often.
Squid suave is buffalo squid, super crispy with a light batter. One is not enough. Any leftover tortilla is particularly good dragged through the hot sauce.
Scallop "ceviche" was a more composed plate (not sure why ceviche gets quotes--it seemed raw?) with frizzled leeks and caviar. Oddly, I'd eaten homemade scallop ceviche, no quotes, for lunch. Something I'd make if sober and had planned a supermarket visit.
A sip of another’s tequila-based serrano cocktail, Discipline, was crazy hot. When I ordered my own later, the heat had been toned down, what I swear was vanilla upped and an attempt (forgotten and apologized for with the initial round) to light the strip of hot pepper, apparently soaked in oil of some sort, failed to ignite. A+ for effort, though. I also had a whiskey sour-ish drink made with Rye and Applejack. Both were iced, warmer weather cocktails. I would not describe them as tiki, however, despite reading that elsewhere.
This is not my neighborhood, but if it were I might be excited for the sudden growth spurt along the western fringes. Or maybe annoyed if I just wanted something to eat or drink on a week night. A Sunset Park friend who joined for the second round, was thrown by the 45-minute wait at nearby Alameda and the clumps of kids on the sidewalks spilling out of Achilles Heel and taking up the sidewalk. For mellowness, $5 prosecco on tap and sandwiches, the backyard at non-hotspot Troost (not to be confused with Torst also in Greenpoint) was more than sufficient.
River Styx * 21 Greenpoint Ave., Brooklyn, NY