What a place. What a chef, what a vision.
We start with the Tuna Tartare, which is salted and sweetened and tanged by tomato dashi. A surround-sound chili oil punctuates those flavors, working in tandem with a playfully punchy pickled puntarelle.
Have you ever seen a Kanpachi more comely? Coffee oil and passionfruit come together for a most fragrant flavor, with notes of citrus and earth.
Proteins preceded the Sugar Snap Peas, wok char clinging to mala, balanced by a creamy peanut miso. It's a sauce so spectacular they could sell it in a jar and I would drink it.
Take more green bites between small Scotch Olives, these little flavor-bombs but umami anchovy and spicy lamb merguez, made for scooping up some thick, sour yogurt.
Something about the cabbage doesn't hit - the sauce feels far too heavy, the pecorino a bit too weighty.
The chimichurri felt too loud for the more delicate mushrooms, and despite loving the buckwheat crunch, the mushroom just felt lost.
Roe, roe, roe your boat, the Lasagne comes bejeweled, as the dots of glimmer like the finest bijoux. Leeks are sweet, and the broccolini adds the earth. The balance is beautiful, and the roe with its rich flavors filling up the cream sauce makes this the single most memorable thing I've eaten in years. The chef gives me a casual shrug and tells me it's just lasagna with a Scandinavian spin, but I can't imagine what fever dream led to something so sophisticated and so original.
Even the Caesar salad has its own unique spin, sharply bitter bunches of little gems drizzled with nuts and cheese and nutty cheese.
Our last main dish is crispy Beelers Pork Belly, cooked to perfection, with melt-in-your-mouth fat and a "green curry stuff" that supplants all the other stuff. It's not the most creative, just a meat and sauce but it is a most delightful nosh.
Desert is almost a digestif, so light is the strawberry goo. It surrounds the savory Semifreddo like a bubbly-wrap of sweet and tart.

















































