Please console me.
I had... some kind of warm shellfish salad with (I think) diced green mango, some kind of fluke boiled in spiced broth, some kind of chocolate tart with chai spice... My friend had...not memorable app., porkchop stuffed with shrimp paste, and indestructible corn shaped Indian icecream floating in a clear..hmm...some kind of liquor soup.
Shellfish app.---if i can actually taste randomly compiled bits of ingredients with no concern whatsoever for a balancing act of taste (aka. garbage) it might taste like this.
Fluke---if i mindlessly thow in every left over stuff in my fridge to make a broth to cook a piece of fish that should be loved and respected for human consumption, it must taste like this.
Porkchop---mystery meat...ham fighting with shrimp and going nowhere
Icecream---I never had icecream that reqires a chain saw to eat. It was a fortress made of frozen heavy cream with vanila beans with no flavor.
Some kind of meal that was so incomprehensible to me. Even when you are going for fusion, there's a degree of respect you should pay to the origin, no? Could someone tell me how that kind of expensive restaurant with food with no principle can survive in place like NYC? I am glad that it was RW. Or, is food better there during non-RW time??? Maybe I'm just being too emotional after the bad meal. Sorry, but I had to say something...