I had the chance to check out a often-mentioned restaurant in the lower east side recently. It was called WD-50. This place is an interesting paradox. Not only is it difficult to get a reservation, but once you get there, you will encounter a flurry of service problems and a seriously horrid decor until you reach your table. The decor is like a motley mash up of modern and ugly and ugly won. The hostess was also the coat check and when two tables arrived at the same time she was totally overwhelmed and it took her 5 minutes to tell me to wait at the bar for my table. The bartender was nice but his bar was so well lit I could see how ugly the girls were before my first drink and therefore decided not to drink to intoxication at this particular establishment. when I finally got to sit down at the table I was surprised by the general grace and food knowledge of the server. She was pretty and knew everything about the menu to boot. I hate when places hire dumb models who have to go to the kitchen to figure out what comes with the steak-frites. I can't exactly remember everything I tried because it was so good I entered a state of unconsciousness created by food nirvana. The popcorn soup was very interesting and different. The steak came with a coconut foam and coffee gnocci. Oddly enough the flavors melted together in my mouth and exploded every taste bud I had with satisfaction. The best thing I tried was the pork belly. It was AMAZING. I mean bacon tastes better than most things but this was like the most flavorful belly I ever ate, the sauce complemented it so well and it was tender and just excellent. I would also like to point out that this place was so audacious about the tenderness of their meats that they offered nothing to cut them but a butter knife. The menu is reasonably priced but the wine list will hit the paycheck HARD. The bathroom was also the coolest bathroom ever. Each stall is hidden in a facet-less bamboo wall with a flanking giant mosaic of seafood above motion sensor sinks. This Place comes highly recommended by me for blind people and foodies, but not for anything else. I think if I brought a date here she would spit in my eye for choosing such an affront to good taste. Maybe someone could tell them to never let a chef design his own dining room ever again, or at least not this one.
7 out of 10 ninja stars
50 Clinton St
New York, NY 10002
(212) 477-2900
www.wd-50.com
1 comment:
Sounds great! I wouldn't spit in a date's face for taking me out to pork belly!
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