Expect the unexpected.
525 Broome St., between Sullivan & Thompson Sts. (212) 334-5182
Dinner: Sun.-Thurs., 6 p.m.-midnight, Fri.-Sat., 6 p.m.-1 a.m. Closed Mondays.
CUISINE Progressive American
VIBE Stylized speakeasy
OCCASION Adventurous dining
DON'T-MISS DISH Passionfruit poached char, Crumble cocktail.
PRICE "Salty" small plates, $15-$17; "sweet" small plates, $11-$12; cocktails, $13-$15.
RESERVATIONS Reservations accepted
Tailor is an adventure in dining - a walk on the wild side of food.
Pastry chef Sam Mason demonstrated his innovative technique at
WD-50, home of molecular gastronomy and cutting-edge cuisine. At his
funky, new SoHo restaurant, Mason unleashes an unusual vision of
"salty" and "sweet" small plates.
His menu obscures the line between savory and sweet, food and drink, and just about everything in between.
Picky eaters beware: Chicken and vanilla ice cream make no
appearances on the menu. Think foie gras with peanut butter when
screening potential dining companions. This is a culinary tour of
Mason's avant-garde workshop.
Walking into the restaurant
conjures images of an old-school tailor's shop: A giant spool of fabric
leans lazily against a wall, a garment rack sits on display in the
dining room. Chocolate banquettes and crystal chandeliers offer warm
dashes of elegance to the predominately industrial setting.
Down
below, the subterranean "cocktail parlor" - a cross between a dimly lit
speakeasy and a laboratory - is crawling with a hip crowd imbibing Eben
Freeman's (WD-50) cocktails and homemade spirits.
The Violet Fizz
was triumphant: a subdued milkshake, made with gin, egg whites, cream
and lime. So was the Crumble, a beautifully balanced cocktail with
hints of clove, pear cider and brown butter rum. Tragedy struck in the
form of a bracing, gin-based Cascade, with unspeakably bitter
aftershocks that lingered long into the meal.
Mason makes a compelling case when you forage among the "salty" plates, weaving sweet elements into inherently savory dishes.
Though
pork belly has practically become a menu staple, Mason's interpretation
is transcendent: tender hunks of pork in a salty-sweet spill of miso
butterscotch, accompanied by whisky and cider-braised artichokes. Mason
glimpses at genius, poaching a silky char in a sublime, passionfruit
butter with doughy bits of lime-pickled spaetzle.
You'd be smart to stick with the salty side of the menu. The "sweet" offers complicated dishes with often unsatisfying results.
Tomato
foam doesn't belong on the same plate as warm peaches and ricotta
purée. Or maybe it's that tomato foam doesn't belong on a menu. And
there was an exceptionally moist, brown butter cake paired with rum and
caramel-braised bananas. If only they hadn't been marred by the sharp
overtones of mustard ice cream.
With any restaurant, there are
dishes that hit and some that miss. But here, with only six sweet and
six salty options to choose, the odds are not in your favor.
Mason
refuses to let you end dinner on a sweet note. He wages a civil war on
your tongue. The result? You leave Tailor still craving dessert.