I recently had dinner with a friend at wd~50 during which we were each served a mini portion of nearly everything on the a la carte menu. You can find the photos over here: http://ulteriorepicure.com/2010/06/17...
Broccoli rabe, enoki, orange.
Rye crisp, purple mustard, horseradish cream.
Smoked almond, banana, and hibiscus.
Aerated Foie Gras
Pickled beet, Mashad [sic] plum, brioche.
Soybean falafel, octopus confit.
Fried Hollandaise, “egg yolk.” and pancetta flags.
Peas-n-coconut, nori, carrot dashi.
Mediterranean Sea Bass
Yeasty mashed potatoes, curry, zucchini, nasturtium sauce, crushed nasturtium.
Sweet and sour salsify, wild rice, butternut squash.
Apple, cheddar, kimchee-cous cous.
Freeze dried polenta, fennel, Asian pear.
Cold Fried Chicken
Buttermilk-ricotta, tabasco, caviar.
Spice bread, black radish, campari.
Chewy Lychee Sorbet
Pistachio, lemon, celery.
Pineapple, raisin, saffron, lime.
Brown sugar, jack fruit, whole wheat ice cream.
Coffee Ice Cream
Pecan, cocoa, argan oil.
Peppermint ice cream, black cardamom, toffee.
Apricot, buttercream, lemon-thyme.
Sake sorbet, Bartlett pear.
Coconut, chocolate, chicory.
Chocolate Shortbread Truffles Milk Ice cream
I’m not the most enthusiastic cheerleader of the molecular gastronomy movement.
Much of what I’ve experienced in this realm has struck me as gimmicky, silly, and unsatisfying.
As a theoretical and philosophical discourse, I recognize that it is a tremendously important phenomenon in the culinary world. But, as a diner, and in practice, I find that molecular gastronomy, when taken to the extreme, can be distracting, senseless, and often, deflating; l’art pour l’art, sound and fury, signifying nothing.
And that’s what my first meal at wd~50 was like.
Flavor seemed sacrificed to spectacle. Function followed form.
But this second meal was different. Despite Dufresne’s unpredictable food groupings and notwithstanding the fact that it had clearly been manipulated, the vast majority of the food we we had was delicious
Flavors were more carefully calibrated, more finely tuned, pitched for greater appeal. (Go ahead, accuse me of being populist.)
My favorite dishes (not surprisingly) were those wherein the “molecular gastronomy” techniques were so seamlessly incorporated that they were barely noticeable – a sign that they were being used to enhance the food rather than to defy it. Among them was the “Corned Duck,” ribbons of silky, cured duck breast dotted with horseradish and “purple mustard” intense with lees.
“Cod” boasted a beautifully cooked medallion of fish veiled in a translucent sheet of pasta flecked with seaweed. The cod was set atop a wonderful sweet pea mash infused with coconut and circled by a warm, carrot dashi. Were those little carrots compressed? Sous vides? I don’t know, but they were exceedingly sweet and intense. Together, they opened up a unexpectedly lovely world of flavors.
There was also an excellent, sliced “Duck Breast” with crispy skin and rosy meat. It came sided with wonderfully cooked fregola sarda spiked with kimchee and topped with flakes of sharp white cheddar. At the bottom of the bowl was a shallow pool of apple-cheddar broth; too acrid and bitter on its own, it carved a wonderfully sharp edge around the dish.
And, holy “Cold Fried Chicken,” Batman! Replete with a syrupy Tabasco sauce and fantastic “buttermilk-ricotta” (think mashed potatoes studded with tiny, tart cottage cheese curds), this icebox breakfast was, perhaps, my favorite dish of the night. Next to cold pizza, this must be America’s favorite leftover.** It might have been a bit lost in translation for the British chap beside me, who eyed my ecstasy with misguided suspicion.
But, whereas these dishes were gratifying, the ones I found most meaningful were the ones that were slightly challenging to both mind and palate.
These, like the “Hanger Tartare,” I appreciated far more for the unique congress of flavors and textures than for sheer gustatory pleasure alone. That tartare was daringly austere. The beef was lean and sturdy; the company of ingredients, odd. Between the banana and the sweet potato there arose a woody, vegatal sweetness that reminded me of Chinese red date paste.
A couple of dishes simply failed.
The “Skate,” unseasonably autumnal*, lost me entirely. I won’t go so far as to say that the fish was overcooked, because I suspect that this is what happens when you glue two wings together and griddle them on both sides. But I did find it inordinately stringy.
The milky, viscous salsify puree encapsulated inside a toasted wild rice cigar was too strange to bear, not to mention rather flavorless. Much better were the butternut squash puree and the pickled ribbons of shaved salsify, which were more sweet than sour. But together, it was incoherent, if not cloying, the pickled salsify being the only escape.
The “Smoked Eel” was also disappointing. The eel, we were told, were from the fresh waters of Delaware, smoked before they arrived at the restaurant. I found the meat unusually dense and hard, its marriage with grapefruit and radishes unconvincing.
Two dishes had been “aerated.” I’m too lazy to look up the technique involved, but whatever it is, (a) it (surprisingly) leaves the end product tasting no different from the original product, and (b) it leaves the end product in a form wholly (or, hole-y?) different than its native state.
“Aerated Foie Gras” looked like a wedge of Swiss cheese, a sea sponge, and fermenting mass of yeasted dough came together in an unholy union. But spread on toast (too little of which they provided), it was as silky as the finest foie gras au torchon. The foie gras was accompanied by beets and smooth-skinned plums (which had the flavor of umeboshi).
“Coffee Ice Cream” looked like a tattered mattress of fiberglass insulation, fuzzy and whispey. But it tasted just like coffee ice cream (a fine one at that) when spooned into my mouth. Here there was pecan, cocoa, and a big smile on my face. This was truly fantastic.
Actually, all of the Boy Wonder’s desserts were fantastic. (Okay, maybe I wasn’t so hot on the “Soft Chocolate” dessert, both because the extruded chocolate was a bit too clay-like and chocolate and mint aren’t my favorite couple.)
But, where Stupak failed twice to win me at alinea, he slayed me at wd~50.
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The sake sorbet served with “Licorice Custard” was truly spectacular. It really eclipsed all else.
But that’s not the say that a “Caramelized Brioche” cake with an oozing core of apricot gel wasn’t amazing too, or that a trompe l’oeil “Hazelnut Tart,” which exhibited all of the dark features of a chocolate dessert that I love, wasn’t outstanding. They were both very good.
And then there was “Cheesecake.” Gosh, who could forget that cheesecake? The little gnocchi-like nubs tasted like custard and graham in one. To one side there was a thinly shaved pineapple “skin” topped with lime zest, to the other side, pineapple skin dusted with saffron. Depending on which bite you took, the “cheesecake” was either key lime pie, or a warm, fragrant custard from the Mediterranea.
The service here was attentive and friendly. Some of the servers might not have known all of the answers to Food Snob’s questions, but they batted an impressively high average given the trivia and pedantry at play.
Pacing couldn’t have been more even, with the exception of an unusually long pause in the middle of the fish courses, which was more than welcomed. In fact, it was perfectly timed.
Q: So, where does this leave me?
A: In a much better place than I was before I revisited wd~50.
I was impressed. The technique and level of execution was very high. The creativity (and randomness?) was prodigious (turning chocolate into leather, for example). And, for the most part, the food was delicious.
Embodied by the two or three best dishes from this meal, wd~50 is brilliant.
But that being said, my personal preference alone dictates that wd~50 is not an experience I care to repeat on a consistent basis (although, I might have to make a carve-out exception for Stupak’s desserts). Stylistically, the Caped Crusader and I are of different minds, different sensibilities.
As an infrequent exercise of my “mental palate,” however, wd~50 is perfect.
50 Clinton Street, New York, NY 10002
I know this is a really old thread, but I'm going to resurrect it.
Last night was my fourth visit to wd-50. That makes it sound like I've been there a lot. But the first three visits were all 2005 and earlier. So I haven't been there in SEVEN years. (I know... what kind of CH am I?).
I'm not going to do a full review of the place. We did the tasting menu. I know for many people, their impression of WD is "flash over flavor." That was kind of how I felt about it last time I did the tasting menu. It was curious, interesting, and challenging, but not necessarily food I wanted to eat. It was food I wanted everyone to eat *and then talk about.* It was more food for the brain than the palate and stomach.
Last night was different. I felt there was less gimmickry, and more good food. There were only a couple of things that were more flash than anything else... the Everything Bagel, for one. "gee, how much are they charging for a miniature, tiny version of something I could get around the corner for $2" I know that's not the point. But the point is they went to great lengths to reproduce the flavor of what is, ultimately, a fairly pedestrian food item. The "edible egg shells" a clever effect. But you know what it tasted like? Nothing. It tasted like nothing at all.
A lot of the food was really good though. The lamb dish was outstanding. The desserts were incredible. The monkfish with "red-beans and rice" was possibly the best thing on the menu. In the cases of the best dishes, the molecular pyrotechnics served the food, not the other way around. E.g. the "rice" was actually pine nuts that had been pressure-cooked to soften them.
The oohs and the aahs are fun, but the point of an expensive dinner is to taste good. Last night WD-50 delivered.
I didn't try any of their cocktails. On the whole I'm more of a beer and wine person. We didn't do the wine pairing either. I had a glass of white for the first half of the meal--whatever gruner vetliner they have by the glass, and then a red... hmm... can't remember exactly what it was. Then I had a sherry with dessert. I guess I wasn't feeling like drinking a bunch.
Then my friend who took me to dinner got all ga-ga over some dude named Ryan Gosling sitting at the bar. Whatever. :-)
Thanks for the review! I went to WD-50 last night - my first time - and loved it. Others in my group had mixed reactions, though everyone left satisfied. If one is expecting/desiring a "traditional" meal, it may prove a let-down, but I found the experience to be awesome. Creative, fun, delicious, and good service. I also like how the kitchen is visible from the dining area, and Wylie pokes his head out often.
The eggs benedict appetizer was killer! I also enjoyed the cold fried chicken. I had the Iberico pork main - delish - and my wife had the wagyu - also awesome.
I should note they also make some very tasty cocktails.
50 Clinton Street, New York, NY 10002
SO went last night for the first time. I was a bit envious since I have never been. He said the presentation, service and pacing was excellent. He had the tasting menu. His favorite dish was a dessert with "everything." Ice cream with the toppings of an everything bagel, etc. I'm not doing the description justice. The way he explained his WD-50 experience to me mirrored your comment "flavor was sacrificed for spectacle."
@financialdistrictresident: I must admit being somewhat confused by your post. You start in first person plural and then switch to third person singular. Who are you talking about? And since when did the salmon-everything bagel tasting menu starter end up in dessert? That's odd.
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@financialdistrict: Thanks to tomblock's tidy little cure, I've decoded your writing. I've also figured out the dessert you're trying to explain. Please excuse my temporary bout of *stupid.*
The thing with wd~50 is, it's probably not going to be the most delicious meal you've ever or will ever have. Much, if not all of what you will try will be challenging at best, not good at its worst. Read the last sentence of my original post. All the same, I think this is the time to go, if ever you have the desire.
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My husband and I went to WD50 a few weeks ago and it was DELICIOUS! I agree that this place has not gotten all the attention it deserves, but it will soon. In my opinion, the level of the food in terms of creativity, tastiness, and presentation, rivals places like Daniel, Le Bernadin, and other top NYC restaurants.