momofuku noodle bar • 5 comments • We ended our trip to NY with a visit to the Momofuku Noodle Bar. It was my first time eating ramen! But the pork buns (which we may have also ordered at the ssäm bar just a few days previously and aren't pictured here because we inhaled them) are really the best thing about the whole Momofuku establishment.
new york: day one • 10 comments • First day of our trip to NYC: Washington Square Park. | Chipotle for lunch. (don't judge us, there aren't any in Montreal) | Rice to Riches for dessert. | Walking aimlessly around NoLIta and a visit to the MoMA store. | Finding out that the New Museum was closed. | Strand. | Momofuku for dinner - then across the street to the Milk Bar for some compost cookies + cereal milk soft serve with cornflakes. ...and a cab ride back to the hotel. more instagram photos.
momofuku ko • 9 comments • Popular culture is full of references to the classist exclusivity of New York nightlife, particularly the challenge and futility of getting restaurant reservations. Thanks to an egalitarian (although, still only barely accessible) reservation system, we managed to book one of the most sought after reservations in town. Momofuku Ko, the brainchild of chef David Chang, is a 12 seat restaurant in the East Village. The only dining option is a fixed-price omakase (chef's choice) 2 hour, 11 course meal. Reservations can ONLY be made online at 10am, a week in advance, on a first-come-first-served basis. The system applies to everyone: celebrities, VIPs, and the rest of us. Reservations have been known to be filled mere seconds after 10AM, so we knew we had to have a strategy. With two computers at the ready, we waited patiently in the morning, hit refresh a bunch of times, and through some cosmic fluke/intervention we snagged a reservation. When we made our way to the restaurant we initially walked right by it. The exterior façade consists of only metal grille and a tiny logo on the door. This set the tone for one of the more unconventional dining experiences we've ever had. The interior consists of an open kitchen, flanked by a wooden bar around which the diners are seated on backless stools. Even before the first appetizers arrived (chicharrón with togarashi, and biscuits with mirin), we'd become entranced by the activity in the kitchen. We were at one moment trying to predict what might be presented to us next by watching the cook nearest to us, while also keenly anticipating the dishes being served to the other patrons. With each item served, we were treated to an elaborate description of the constituent ingredients: To say we were impressed with the creativity of the dishes is an understatement. Long Island fluke sashimi Our likes and dislikes of certain plates aside, the real treat of the experience is how it enticed us to really think about the flavours and textures of the food, while also abandoning our notions about what could be eaten when, where, or how.
