Perhaps not yet ready for the full review, Frank Bruni teases us with an article mostly about the state of Japanese food in the city. Here's an exception...
As a bonus, at least until the weather turns, the front of the restaurant opens to the sidewalk and to Seventh Avenue, providing a view of a lively parade.Some friends and I began a recent meal here with a seaweed salad, which was so good we ordered a second one. The seaweed had the lightness and some of the mouth-feel of angel-hair pasta, and the sesame-flavored dressing on it had been applied sparingly.
Oh, and Frank, would you considering dropping the phrase mouth-feel when discussing food? It sounds like something you might do during rough sex. And besides, isn't it a cop out catch-all word? Give me texture, flavor release, stickiness... you get the idea. Thanks for listening.
Momoya, 185 Seventh Avenue.
i'm pretty sure "flavor release" happens during rough sex, too!
Posted by: ParenthetiGal | September 07, 2005 at 11:09 AM