overs of Aix, I'm sorry to have to break this to you. Aix is no more. But with death comes rebirth, at least within the restaurant industry (which I guess is Hindu). Aix had its fair share of loyal diners, but Bloomingdale Road has already been attracting destination-diners in droves. New Yorkers love a new haunt, and Bloomingdale Road knows how to pander to their tastes.

Run by Jeremy Wladis (of Nonna, Firehose, and Campo) with heavily-tattooed head chef Ed Witt (formerly of Varietal and Il Buco), the new haunt will serve eclectic American food with leanings towards fusion (but these days what doesn't lean towards fusion?). New American cuisine can either excite or disappoint (especially when you pay 15 bucks for glorified mac and cheese), but Witt seems to have it under control. The menu is fancy enough to attract foodies, but whimsical enough to reflect the fun-loving neighborhood.

It's comfort food prepared just flashy enough to become uncomfortable. Think of meatballs, for instance. Even if you didn't grow up in an Italian household, your mom probably made spaghetti and meatballs for you. But Witt's meatballs are made of suckling pig and served in a chipotle tomato sauce. It goes on like that with offerings such as smoky deviled eggs, mini grilled pizzas, grass-fed green chili cheeseburger sliders, and "country" fried quail with biscuits and gravy.

But Bloomingdale is as much a bar as it is a restaurant. Most dishes, like the six different kinds of fries, are designed for sharing over a drink. Of course it helps that the place stocks a full bar full of regional brews, at least 25 wines, and a number of signature (there's that term again) New American cocktails.

For the more serious diners, the restaurant will showcase a chef's choice tasting menu available only by reservation. The tasting table is fully private and faces the big open kitchen so it's as if the chefs are cooking only for these lucky tasters. Of course, that's far from the truth. With all the buzz continuing to build, don't expect to find this place even close to empty, at least until some serious time has passed.