As is surely always the case at Next, the team serving our
table was friendly and professional, if a bit overly rehearsed. But polished they were not. Our initial drinks were dropped off with no
explanation by a runner who disappeared in a flash. It took at least a couple of minutes for
someone to come over and explain what we had.
After almost every course, my wine glass was removed while it still had
wine in it, with no warning or inquiry about whether I was still drinking. The staff seemed to be rushing to make sure
they kept to a pre-determined pace. One
of our party received her dessert missing an integral component that everyone
else had gotten.
While there were a number of food items I didn’t like, only
one was a complete disaster. The Bucatini
in our first pasta course were unpalatably gummy, so while the flavors in the
dish were fine, it was tough to eat.
Sometimes pasta texture is a matter of taste, but in this case I feel
strongly that the kitchen simply produced something bad. Not disastrous but still surprising for a
meal with this price tag were the Panelle - light and crisp at the top of the
serving bowl, but soggy and greasy toward the middle. Garnishes throughout the evening generally
disappointed me too, with big clusters of tough, tasteless leaves that seemed a
better fit for rabbits. They weren’t
washed well enough either, as when I made the mistake of tasting one to see
what it was (couldn’t tell, flavorless), I was left with a mouthful of grit.
To be sure, there was also some downright fantastic
cooking. I’ve never tasted a piece of
swordfish cooked more beautifully, and I loved the lightly mashed chickpeas
served with it. The Cassata was a very
special dessert – beautiful to look at with flavor and texture to match. I loved that the kitchen dared to serve lamb tongue
to a crowd with diverse culinary adventurousness, and it was delicious inside
the light and wonderful arancini.
I paid over $200 for dinner at Next Sicily. The magic these people have created is that
for a fleeting moment, even I thought this was a bargain. I’ve heard people laud Next as the future of
dining. I’ve heard them say that people
who don’t rate it highly enough are simply living in the past, unwilling to see
the way food is being redefined by Achatz and his team. Call me a laggard, but I’m pushing back on a future
where $200+ meals with gritty garnishes, gummy pasta, and rushed service are
the pinnacle of dining.
Tell it like it is!
ReplyDeleteDear Readers: this blogger's real name is Kenny and he is a bigger asshole in person than he is online, if you can believe that. Also lies compulsively. Do not believe any of this BS. Grant has done more for Chicago than any other chef. He is a world talent like Kenny will never be.
ReplyDeleteI was with Mr. F-Berg at this meal, at the same table. Not a word of what he's saying is false.
ReplyDeleteI'm not a huge stickler for service, but the dropping of the wine on the table without any explanation was surprising. Also, the quality of the bucatini dish was indeed low.
Mis-steps aside, reflecting on this meal, I can't get away from the feeling of Next as a stunt rather than as "the future of dining". The very earnest descriptions of their goals with the Sicily theme were convincing, but I always had in the back of my head that it was conceived very recently and will be tabled in the very near future. By design, it's a limited-time exhibition that betrays true commitment (no doubt that the chefs and cooks would take issue with that statement). Nothing is inherently wrong with that as a concept, but it prevented me, personally, from enjoying the meal fully at this price point.
As much as I enjoyed the vast majority of the food, I doubt that i'll be paying this $200+ per person price tag again for a Next meal.
Dear Readers: that guy's name is Mike and he's a solid dude, if you can believe that. Also, he types stuff online compulsively. Believe almost everything he says.
ReplyDelete"Compulsively" might be a slight exaggeration, but I do appreciate your endorsement of my trustworthiness.
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