Bread Oriented Stuff (but not entirely)
Maybe I’m a restaurant purist. Maybe I’m just a massive arsehole and not down with the kids. But most of all, I hate feeling like I’m being taken for a ride when I’m eating out, or expected to fawn over the Emperor’s new clothes. That said, if I can’t beat them, I may as well join them, so look out for my new pop-up lard shack where I rub fat directly into the customers eyes, slap them round the chops with a spam fritter and call them slags. And if you want to know where it is, then you’re not cool enough to come in.
Some people see going to Noma as a religious experience,” said Michael Bom Frøst, a food scientist and director of the nonprofit Nordic Food Lab, which was established by Noma’s owners. This was several days before my own meal at Noma, and we stood in the lab’s shiny test kitchen, inside a houseboat moored across the canal from Noma. The brilliant Nordic sun shone in the bluest Nordic sky as we ate a pink ice cream made from seaweed and looked across the cold water toward Copenhagen’s center.
A biggish piece about Noma in Copenhagen.http://tablematters.com/2012/12/10/the-meal-as-manifesto/