Destroyer does exist! It's impossible to get to if you're not working a 9-5 in the neighborhood, but for once, it fails to allude me on a few-and-far-between Tuesday off.
I have no idea what to expect. What exactly is Nordic fare anyway? If these bowls are any indication, it's when someone goes out with a fancy bowl and scoops up a chunk of tundra.
Rustic greens grow like lichens atop the steamy Chicken Confit. Smooth hierloom grits grasp the juices as they spill from a juicy chicken confit. Spigarello adds an earthiness alongside the tartness of roasted summer strawberry.
There is something about this bowl. The steamy grits, the plush chicken, the splayed strawberries, shrouded in a mysterious layer of foliage...I never thought I could call a bowl sexy, but the chicken confit is a first.
The seductiveness doesn't end. A smoky Beef Tartare is slick with smoked egg cream. It's got game, and a firm pickled mushroom adds a little acid. Radish sprouts spring from the tartare terrain, and every bite is beefy bliss.
The dessert pastries vary, and they sell out fast. This Jam Bar is my jam; not too sweet and not too tart and tastes like strawberry with a hint of rhubarb. It's like a baked fig newton but so much better.
A flaky Croissant hits a sweet spot with a hint of a nutty paste. It tastes like pistachio and has a texture like silk inside a pastry cocoon.
The critics were right about one thing: Destroyer is undoubtedly different. Those looking for a traditional lunch will hate it, but Destroyer's unconventionality is its strongest feature, and the menu is a myriad of delectable dishes to back it up. Embrace the unfamiliar at Destroyer; I don't think it'll ever get old.
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