Momofuku Ko

To be elaborated upon later...

Amuse
- chicharrones seasoned with shichimi
- fluke tartare
- homemade biscuit (yeast roll?) with black pepper butter

1st course
- scallop sashimi with pineapple vinegar

2nd course
- cold dashi with fresh Santa Barbara uni, mustard greens, cucumber, pea shoot and snow peas

3rd course
- saffron shoot soup, with loose grits, Louisiana crawfish and ham

4th course
- lightly smoked soft poached chicken egg with hackleback caviar, soubise onions and fingerling potato chips with sweet potato vinegar and chervil

5th course
- frozen foie gras torchon shaved over lychees, pine nut brittle and reisling gelee

6th course
- Maryland softshell crab with hearts of palm, celery noodles and old bay butter

7th course
- deep fried beef short ribs with chive oil, miso, and seasonal onions, three ways - grilled ramps, green onion puree, and balsamic pickled red onions

8th course
- cantaloupe sorbet over lemon verbena granita

9th course
- roasted rhubarb with olive oil ganache, ice cream and crunchy streusel (?)

David Chang - absent. Serpico - indifferent. Service - fantastic. Overall impression - some standouts (yeast roll, fluke, scallop, poached egg, rhubarb dessert), worth the experience but left feeling a bit disappointed. Will definitely pay money for good food, but didn't think this was quite worth it. Might change mind though. For another yeast roll.

stream-of-consciousness

I usually pride myself on having a near-photographic memory, until I try to remember something and find myself terrifically mistaken. Sure, when I DO remember something, I'll remember everything - tone, pitch, inflection, how it looked, the soft-scented breeze, yada yada yada. I often confuse that for having a good memory.

The two do not necessarily go hand in hand. To be fair, I have a pretty good memory, just not as good as I like to think. So, on that note...

...A wee little list to help remind me of things I could potentially immortalize in this blog'o'power (scary how quickly my blog went from, "sticking my toe in" to "blog'o'power"). Feel free to skip. Or feel free to FEEL THE POWER (do you have enough room in here, for you and my blog's suddenly inflated ego? No? Allow me to deflate. Pfffffffffffffffffffffft. Doneskis.).

Le Bernardin

Daniel

Morimoto

S'mac

Lucali

Keen's

John's Shanghai

Craft

Fatty Crab

The Spotted Pig

Adrienne's

Megu Midtown

August

L'Express

Pastis

Schiller's Liquor Bar

Cafeteria

Mad Dog & Beans Cantina

Beckett's

Henry St.

Sweetipie's

Patsy's

Sweet Revenge

Rare

Charlie Mom's

Apt 138

Cafe Society

Pinkberry v. Red Mango

Citarella

Momofuku Ko

amuse bouche

Sticking my toe into the blogging world. I live for food, I abhor the term "foodie," I don't like when people think an incandescent love for food makes you a snob. I don't think loving food has to be snobby. I could spend all day looking at menus and food blogs and absorbing as much as I can about cuisine. I'm a terrible food photographer; I always forget to take pictures before I taste a dish because I get too excited. Plus I'm too shy to whip out the camera at most places anyway. Nothing about me suggests that I'd make a successful blogger...but I love food and I love remembering what I eat. Good enough for me.