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The Menu wd~50, New York, New York There’s a culinary dynamic duo in Gotham. Their names are Wylie and Alex. Their ways are mysterious, their synergy, great. This stealthy team, comprised of an eccentric rebel maverick and his boyishly handsome sidekick, champions a culinary movement that the city has, for some inexplicable reason, largely resisted. […]


The Menu
wd~50, New York, New York

There’s a culinary dynamic duo in Gotham.

Their names are Wylie and Alex.

Their ways are mysterious, their synergy, great.

This stealthy team, comprised of an eccentric rebel maverick and his boyishly handsome sidekick, champions a culinary movement that the city has, for some inexplicable reason, largely resisted.

Why? I don’t know. But consider this:

The last time I had dinner at wd~50 was in 2006. The food and service was so disappointing that we stopped shy of then-pastry chef Sam Mason’s dessert menu.

3rd Course: Hanger Tartare
Hanger Tartare
wd~50, New York, New York

Strange food pairings aside, there were odd flavors and aftertastes that I couldn’t quite explain or figure out. It was very off-putting.

I don’t mind it if food doesn’t look edible, but it ultimately has to be edible. Some of what we had was barely that.

Maybe I caught the restaurant on a bad night. Or maybe, the food was just not very good at that point in the restaurant’s life. I know I’m not alone; others have shared their grief with me.

Whatever the reason, I walked out with very little interest in returning. And what with all of the talk about an impending “Final Crisis,” I had steered clear of the restaurant altogether in the past couple of years.

2nd Course: Corned Duck
Corned Duck
wd~50, New York, New York

But just a month ago, when my friend Sneakeater, who has had similar experiences at wd~50 in the past, came to visit me in Kansas City, he mentioned that the restaurant was really on its A-game now. I tend to trust what Sneakeater says; his word is usually worth gold.

Go, he urged, now was to the time to give it a second chance.

So I did.

This latest meal at wd~50 was extraordinary in a number of ways.

First, Food Snob, whom I had last seen in Kansas City when he made a pit stop for barbecue and bluestem, joined me. He was in New York from London with the noma posse for the Omnivore events. What is not extraordinary is the fact that I was eating with him (although, as you will discover, invariably, eating with Food Snob often turns into an extraordinary experience for many reasons).

17th Course: Coffee Ice Cream
Coffee Ice Cream
wd~50, New York, New York

What was extraordinary is that Food Snob was at wd~50 the week before and had the tasting menu, and this time, he asked Chef Wylie Dufresne to send out every dish that he hadn’t had. And with much patience and virtue, Dufresne did just that. But he didn’t just send out every dish (essentially, the entire a la carte menu) for us to share. He portioned each plate down, plating one of each for Food Snob and me.

Our twenty-course meal lasted from 6 p.m. until midnight.

Second, I couldn’t really find a single flaw with the execution of any of the food. It was all very exact.

Lastly, and perhaps most significantly, I found my female counterpart on the cover of the menu. Uncanny.

Here is what we had (to see all of the photos from this meal, CLICK HERE; to see each dish, click on the individual course titles):

1st Course
Spanish Mackerel

Broccoli rabe, enoki, orange.

2nd Course
Corned Duck

Rye crisp, purple mustard, horseradish cream.

3rd Course
Hanger Tartare
Smoked almond, banana, and hibiscus.

4th Course
Aerated Foie Gras

Pickled beet, Mashad [sic] plum, brioche.

5th Course
Tomatillo-Pine Gazpacho

Soybean falafel, octopus confit.

6th Course
Eggs Benedict
Fried Hollandaise, “egg yolk.” and pancetta flags.

7th Course

Peas-n-coconut, nori, carrot dashi.

8th Course
Mediterranean Sea Bass
Yeasty mashed potatoes, curry, zucchini, nasturtium sauce, crushed nasturtium.

9th Course
Sweet and sour salsify, wild rice, butternut squash.

10th Course
Duck Breast

Apple, cheddar, kimchee-cous cous.

11th Course
Venison Chop

Freeze dried polenta, fennel, Asian pear.

12th Course
Cold Fried Chicken
Buttermilk-ricotta, tabasco, caviar.

13th Course
Smoked Eel
Spice bread, black radish, campari.

Pre Dessert
Chewy Lychee Sorbet
Pistachio, lemon, celery.

14th Course

Pineapple, raisin, saffron, lime.

15th Course
Lemongrass Mousse

Brown sugar, jack fruit, whole wheat ice cream.

16th Course
Coffee Ice Cream

Pecan, cocoa, argan oil.

17th Course
Soft Chocolate

Peppermint ice cream, black cardamom, toffee.

18th Course
Caramelized Brioche

Apricot, buttercream, lemon-thyme.

19th Course
Licorice Custard

Sake sorbet, Bartlett pear.

20th Course
Hazelnut Tart

Coconut, chocolate, chicory.

Petits Fours

Chocolate Packets

Chocolate Shortbread Truffles Milk Ice cream

1st Course: Spanish Mackerel
Spanish Mackerel
wd~50, New York, New York

Those who read my blog regularly know that 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.

7th Course: Cod
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

4th Course: Aerated Foie Gras
Aerated Foie Gras
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

8th Course: Mediterranean Sea Bass
Mediterranean Sea Bass
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

wd~50, New York, New York

The “Tomatillo-Pine Gazpacho” was more novel than it was refreshing or tasty. Served cold, the thick soup seemed to be equal parts bitter (fortified by sesame, or tahini?), tangy, and spicy. It was all very oddly out of place, yet oddly put into place with a drop of pine oil, which enlivened the whole with a mentholated scent.

The soybean falafels in the soup, however, were comforting and familiar. These were great. The shells were crunchy and golden, the interiors warm and soft. Confit of baby octopus tentacles and strips of cucumbers rounded out the Mediterranean story nicely.

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.

13th Course: Smoked Eel
Smoked Eel
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

12th Course: Cold Fried Chicken
Cold Fried Chicken
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

15th Course: Cheesecake
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

Insert pop-up bubbles with zany exclamations in all-caps where appropriate:

The sake sorbet served with “Licorice Custard” was truly spectacular. It really eclipsed all else.

14th Course: Chewy Lychee Sorbet

Chewy Lychee Sorbet
wd~50, New York, New York

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’oeilHazelnut 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.

Whereas these were gratifying, the “Lemongrass Mousse,” alone, was challenging.

20th Course: Licorice Custard
Licorice Custard
wd~50, New York, New York

Jackfruit isn’t a flavor I dislike, but has a pungent body that wasn’t exactly approachable to the non-native eater. Stupak tamed the jackfruit with a nutty, whole wheat ice cream and a heavy injection of citrus fragrance, both from the lemongrass mousse and the micro lemongrass used as a garnish.*** It worked magnificently.

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.

Chocolate Packets
“Chocolate Packets”
wd~50, New York, New York

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.

Sneakeater was right, now is really the time to see the dynamic duo in action.  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.

To read about the other restaurants I visited on this trip to New York, CLICK HERE.

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* Michelin

* It being the middle of June, I have no idea how this was remotely appropriate. I might ask the same of the duck with apples and cheddar.

** As a matter of restaurant efficiency, this cold fried chicken was brilliant – they could batter and fry the cylinders of chicken (forcemeat?) ahead and chill until service; no frying to order necessary.

*** Micro lemongrass is new to me. But, apparently, both Dufresne and Stupak love the stuff. It appeared on no less than four of our twenty dishes. What does it taste like? Lemongrass, with a floss-like texture.

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12 replies on “review: batman and robin…”

“wherein the “molecular gastronomy” techniques were so seamlessly incorporated that they were barely noticeable ”

now that molecular has some history behind it, and its practitioners have more knowledge about what does & doesn’t work, perhaps it will morph from R&D to “ordinary food.” it could be an interesting phenomenon to look out for

@ ChuckEats: This is my hope, indeed. I think that molecular gastronomy has a lot of good things to give. I just find it frustrating when m.g., and not the food, becomes the subject of the plate.

I will be going to w-d 50 in a few weeks and I promise I read your whole thing but could you give me your 3 favorite plates? and your favorite desserts? (cheesecake and..)

thanks! (obviously i won’t order the same dishes you like I’m just curious)

@ Doug: If I got to cherry pick my favorites, I would re-order:
1. Cod
2. Duck (I’m thinking of the main course duck breast, though both duck dishes were great)
3. Cold Fried Chicken

And really, I could throw a dart at the dessert menu, though I might drop the Lemongrass Mousse from the running.

Please do let me know what you think of your dinner.

@KD: Heh, is this a trick question, pitting the two Top Chef Master rivals against each other? :)

wd~50 is more experimental, more weighty, more serious. There’s more gravitas and finesse to the food. I find it often more challenging than delicious.

graham elliot is more playful, more witty and approachable. It’s more hearty. As I’ve joked with Elliot (Bowles), it’s “big boy food.” In many ways, Elliot is just a big kid in a candy store. Expect lots of fun and telescoping of childhood pleasures.

I go to wd~50 to think, to reflect, and learn; graham elliot to kick back, relax, and have fun. I would much rather eat alone at the former than the latter.

Thanks for the response. Not a trick question, I don’t even watch Top Chef.

I’ve not been to wd~50, but something about your review evoked my trip to graham elliot. Re-reading, I see what you mean by wd~50 being ‘serious’ by comparison. I guess where Wylie’s using kimchee-cous cous, Elliot would be slinging something like Frank’s Red Hot grits.