by Chris C. on I have a love/hate relationship with these Iron Chefs. Bobby Flay's restaurants were always ok but nothing great, especially when the Mexican street carts in Brooklyn serve tongue tacos sprinkled with fresh queso fresco that would give Bobby's "flavor profiles" a run for their money. While Mario might be !Molto Lidia and her sons restaurants will put a wrecking ball tastewise to Mario's shops. Lidia's version of Osso Bucco is the best I've ever had. Back to Morimoto. He certainly pays homage to Nobu with many of his dishes. Then again it isn't as if the Japanese havn't been making miso black cod for the better part of 100 years probably. With this said we went on a thursday night to sample his fair and all of the dishes we tried were spot on wonderful we shared the angry chicken, cha soba noodles, porridge, soy beans, bibim bop bowland a couple of other things that I forget. Everything was spot on including the drinks and desert, creme brule and something haute which they need to change up as they hand brushed chocolate on the white plate for the presentation and it really just looked like a tidy whitey skid mark rather than something haute. Irrespective of the skid mark the desert was tasty. Service was ok, we were dressed very casual which they poo poo'ed, heck if JayZ can roll into Nello in adidas why can't the regular folk right? Spending $300 is still spending $300 as far as I'm concerned. Besides the place was decorated very standard hip like any other typical NYC joint. Needless to say they stuck us in a table near the cash register and service table so we heard ching chings of glass and cards being swiped regularly. This was even though the space was fairly empty. The second time we went all I can say was it was on a Sunday for Mother's Day and we all got food poisoning. The table was better this time as we weren't dressed so casual but everything was off and at the end we were all food poisoned from some bad fish. I guess this kind of food doesn't get the turnover as much as it does in NY. In comparison I havn't had a bad meal in my life at Nobu's which I've eaten at over ten times. The myriad rest group in general does chic dining very well and I have to give them kudos. Next stop will be Corton!
by Tatiana Fergeson on I've alwaysa thought this place was overrated. I will admit I've never really been into the club scene but for some reason I've never liked this place. I get it clubs are about sex but do we really need to start throwing beds?
by Marie A. on Argh I really need to rateclubs immediately after going places, since my good buddy Nicole L. tends to beat me to it, and then she's basically said everything I could say about the place. Just kidding, Nikki, I'm grateful to have someone I can explore and rateclubs with! So Club Fais Do-Do. The little club with the funny name. Sound & Fury is a sort of neuvo-vaudevillian performing troupe, so I've been to some sketchy places to see them rehash classic tales. This place was easy to find, just difficult to get in to. It appeared to only have street parking, and the street next to it doesn't go very far (there were barricades of some sort to keep people out of the residential rest of the street). Once we parked, Nicole L. and I ran around the building a few times trying to figure out how to get in. Oh! The dark random unmarked door on the side! How did I miss it? I'm sure they use the normal glass front doors for regular occasions, but if you're caught there and see the sign for "use other door," now you'll know which door they're talking about. It was raining a bit, and I was cold, so when I saw that their chalkboard menu listed Curry Chicken, my mouth started watering at the thought of warm creamy goodness. There was no one working the bar when we first got there, but after a few minutes a really nice girl came in and took her spot. The club has this sorta classy-old, slightly ghetto-old feel, so I was a bit hesitant to order food, but too hungry not to. Fear not, the food was great. My plate of rice, curry chicken, grilled onions, and a small salad was accompanied by a warm, moist yet flaky piece of bread...and if I'm happy with the bread, I'm a happy woman. Must go back again and see what else I can sample from their menu....
