“Taking the wrong dining companion to Le Bernardin can be like taking a fan of Michael Bay’s Armageddon to a staged reading of Waiting for Godot. That’s neither a criticism of Le Bernardin nor is it a strike against Momofuku. It’s simply an observation that modern, sriracha-burned palates (like mine) sometimes need to try harder to get the swing of more delicate things.”
THE PRICE HIKE: Le Bernardin’s Subtleties Amid The Momofuku Era
I have literally no idea what any of the words in this entire post means except for “Momofuku” and “sriracha”, maybe. But this chestnut excerpted above makes a lot of sense to me. I know I forget to shoot for balance when making my fat-laden and/or extremely spiced meals.
