d lobbed gobs of the green tofu in the remaining empty spaces, topped off with some tiny strips of what looked like pickled taro root. Another hit. For the main course, we each went for ramen -- Alisa the Hatcho Miso Ramen ($14) with baby shiitake, tat soi (sort of an Asian mustard green, Wikipedia alleges) and radish. She loved it, digging up bits of barley from the bottom, occasionally drizzling it with some of the fiery deep orange hot sauce in tiny plastic bottles that we assumed was Sriracha. I went for the Momofuku Ramen ($16, pictured here), which arrived with noodles buoying a pile of tender shredded pork, two slices of thick, fatty pork, asian pickles, scallions and a poached egg in the middle. We both mixed the tender noodles (Alisa's flatter than mine but equally perfect) up with everything in our bowls and savored the perfect broth that tied all the flavors together. We can't wait to go back.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Momofuku Noodle Bar
After walking by it frequently on our way to any number of the great places along First Avenue in the East Village, we finally made our way to Momofuku, turned on to it by the frequent gushings of Frank Bruni. Notwithstanding the desperately hip vibe, evident by The National song on the stereo and the dude reading Radical Chic beside us, we quickly found they were well deserved. We started off with the shiitake mushroom steamed buns ($9), which arrived as a pair of taco-style soft, thick white pancakes doubled over with tender sliced mushrooms tucked inside with a tasty asian brown sauce. Some cucumber slices inside gave a cool crunch, perfecting a dish that floored us both. Sometime I might have to try the pork. Next came the Cured Arctic Char ($14) - thin slices of what looked just like lox and made me wonder if it had come up from smoked fish mongers Russ & Daughters, just a few blocks south. It came accompanied with a panna cotta-shaped mound of dill-flavored tofu and four triangle-shaped puffs of rye flatbread. We cut holes in the crisp, flaky puffs and filled them with slices of the salty, perfect fish an
d lobbed gobs of the green tofu in the remaining empty spaces, topped off with some tiny strips of what looked like pickled taro root. Another hit. For the main course, we each went for ramen -- Alisa the Hatcho Miso Ramen ($14) with baby shiitake, tat soi (sort of an Asian mustard green, Wikipedia alleges) and radish. She loved it, digging up bits of barley from the bottom, occasionally drizzling it with some of the fiery deep orange hot sauce in tiny plastic bottles that we assumed was Sriracha. I went for the Momofuku Ramen ($16, pictured here), which arrived with noodles buoying a pile of tender shredded pork, two slices of thick, fatty pork, asian pickles, scallions and a poached egg in the middle. We both mixed the tender noodles (Alisa's flatter than mine but equally perfect) up with everything in our bowls and savored the perfect broth that tied all the flavors together. We can't wait to go back.
d lobbed gobs of the green tofu in the remaining empty spaces, topped off with some tiny strips of what looked like pickled taro root. Another hit. For the main course, we each went for ramen -- Alisa the Hatcho Miso Ramen ($14) with baby shiitake, tat soi (sort of an Asian mustard green, Wikipedia alleges) and radish. She loved it, digging up bits of barley from the bottom, occasionally drizzling it with some of the fiery deep orange hot sauce in tiny plastic bottles that we assumed was Sriracha. I went for the Momofuku Ramen ($16, pictured here), which arrived with noodles buoying a pile of tender shredded pork, two slices of thick, fatty pork, asian pickles, scallions and a poached egg in the middle. We both mixed the tender noodles (Alisa's flatter than mine but equally perfect) up with everything in our bowls and savored the perfect broth that tied all the flavors together. We can't wait to go back.
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