I think that this Ellenost is on to something. I still havent made it to the statue of Liberty, but finally made it to Momofuku Ko and it lived up to everything I imagined and more. A religious experience to non religious food geeks is one way to describe this. Loved the vibe, the energy, the zero stuffiness even though you cant drop a napkin without someone there giving you a new one. Not pick it up, give you a brand spanking new napkin within seconds. I timed it. After the third one, I told them to add it to the bill. Feels almost like a neighborhood spot rather than a 2 Michelin star special occasion.
Chang eventually showed up with a posse. In a way I'm glad he didn't recognize me because I was having way too much fun with Mrs Z. And this is what the evening was all about, 2.5 hours, $175 per person worth of fun. Sitting there watching our new friend Jay torch the crap out of the mackerels, interacting with the rest of the staff was a big part of the experience. By the end of the night I was given, along with the bill, a list of wineries in Austria to check out for an upcoming trip.
The food rundown mostly copied from http://eatingwithziggy.com/2015/04/04...
Lobster Paolise was the highlight of the early round of small bites, served in a cylinder shell like a shot glass. Paloise is essentially minty Barnaisse. A terrific Vegetable Roll followed by less memorable millefeuille and pomme soufflee. Madai (Japanese Snapper looking Sea Bream) served raw with clear jellied consomme and shiso was a nice little transition to the lightweights. Razor Clams swimming in basily pineapple dashi was perhaps the first wow moment, only to be followed by much bigger ones. Sunchoke (Jerusalem artichoke) aided by dry aged beef fat was meaty yet delicate. Then comes a sensational Venison tartare with fermented black bean puree and shredded fried brussels sprouts providing a nice crunch. One of the best dishes of the night
The Mackarel Sawarazushi that we saw our new friend Jay torch time and time again during the meal, was well balanced, and not as strong as mackerel can get sometimes. Surprisingly, in a way I preferred the dashi (soup) they made with the mackerel with shredded King Oyster Mushrooms and Asian Pears. Like the sickest Miso soup you will ever eat. Soft scrambled eggs with Osetra caviar and breadcrum-like fried potatoes was quite the dish. Add the homemade bread and radish butter and you got a triumph. Like breakfast at Putin’s.
The Pilmeni/ravioli like Kaboocha squash dumplings were light and springy. A nice transition to the heavyweights of the meal (perhaps its a good time to say, skip lunch). The lobster dish was another winner. A few pieces of lobster tail with sweet potatoes and some sort of lobster espuma which was like the greatest lobster bisque on the planet. When you make the sweet potato almost match the lobster in taste, for this sweet potato hater, you are doing a lot of things right. The best way I describe the pork piece is steroid injected, beefed up incredibly delicious Canadian bacon. They brine that thing for 6 days. Add some Kimchi and onions and you got yourself an Ooooboy! Perhaps my favorite dish. And if you didn’t have your religious experience by now, it will probably arrive with the frozen foie gras liberally shaved on top of Lychee, candies pine nuts and Riesling Jelly.
The desserts, while perfectly acceptable, did not carry the similar oomph you get with the rest of the menu. A Huckleberry sorbet with bee pollen, minty chocolate tart, some mignardises in a form of tiny macaroons. The best thing was the last warm dessert that’s not on the menu but reminded me of a sticky toffee pudding. A memorable meal to say the least