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When precisely did lowly tubers turn out to be so hip?” one among my barely startled uptown visitors wished to know as we examined the “Soil” part of the menu on the buzzing, indisputably hip new downtown brasserie Acme, which opened a month or so in the past within the outdated Acme Bar & Grill area on Nice Jones Road. On this night, there have been vividly coloured salt-baked beets within the “Soil” part, and knobby black-skin heirloom carrots cooked with pine and garnished with lardo and sprigs of rosemary. Most eye-catching of all, nevertheless, have been the good, plum-size sunchokes, which regarded like they’d been unearthed from some rocky natural backyard simply hours earlier than. The sunchokes have been wreathed in a creamy foam laced with winter truffles and Gruyère cheese, and dropped at the desk by waiters wearing hip-hugging denims and thin black ties. The greens had a fragile char on their exterior, like roasted marshmallows, and after I requested one of many skinny-tied waiters why, he mentioned it was as a result of they’d been delicately smoked over little pyres of hay.
Two of the 4 homeowners of Acme have been working downtown-scene eating places for 20 years (most notably Indochine and BondSt) and are adept at imbuing even probably the most earthy eating development with a way of glitter and hype. There’s an enormous thatch of cherry blossoms propped on the entrance of this stylish hunter-gatherer lounge, and the bar is ready off by a protracted mirror-backed wall of glimmering liquor bottles that may make Keith McNally proud. The weathered roadhouse tabletops of the outdated Acme Bar & Grill have been changed with elegantly worn Parisian-style café tables, and the outdated divvied-up bar and dining-room area has been hollowed out right into a single massive corridor. Just like the waiters, the mixologists on the bar are dressed like members of an eighties-era rock band, and the room is outfitted with tastefully curated downtown artwork (prints of Playboy bunny–impressed skulls by Richard Prince and a neon sculpture by Hanna Liden) and rimmed with moon-shaped banquettes studded with black leather-based.
The actual star at Acme, nevertheless, is the Danish chef, Mads Refslund, who involves Manhattan from Copenhagen, the place he helped pioneer the fragile, reductive artwork of forager delicacies with René Redzepi, on the world-famous restaurant Noma.* Redzepi, as anybody who has picked up a shiny meals journal not too long ago will let you know, is a grasp at creating seasonal culinary bouquets from native Nordic components (mollusks, herbs, tubers). Refslund’s cooking is a pared-down, poor man’s model of his collaborator’s excessive locavore model. There isn’t a burger at this brasserie. Instead are bubbly soups whipped from nourishing, wintry components like barley, chestnuts, and celery root. The home oysters are from Lengthy Island, and so they’re served with “winter pickles” as a substitute of a mignonette. The salmon is house-cured, and should you order the duck, it involves the desk with an assortment of pickled greens in a jar.
A few of Refslund’s seasonal creations really feel stagy and slight (it’s the center of winter, in spite of everything), however there’s a rigorous, just-plucked freshness to the perfect of his cooking that separates Acme from the fashionably rustic eating places that preserve popping up, relentlessly, round city. The Duck in a Jar appetizer was nearly too tender and funky for my style, and a dish referred to as Farmer’s Eggs turned out to be a clumsy assemblage of eggshells stuffed with cauliflower foam and organized on rooster wire. However there was nothing awkward about my Pearl Barley and Clams stew, which was held collectively by a wealthy broth conjured from butter, beer, and toasted sunflower seeds. A bowl of frothy, crunchy celery-root-and-chestnut soup from the “Cooked” part of the menu received comparable opinions from my eating companions and me, and as soon as we received over their scorched look, so did the tender and candy hay-smoked sunchokes.
The spare entrée listing at Acme options the same old drained assortment of brasserie standbys (steak, rooster, lobster), carried out in a wide range of unrelentingly seasonal, usually ingenious methods. My well-cooked pork chop was buried in pleasing drifts of parsnips and sliced pear, and a dish referred to as Hen & Eggs turned out to be a satisfying New Age model of pot au feu simmered with fried egg yolks and fried fingerling potatoes in an earthen crock. I didn’t just like the lobster (fussily de-shelled and with bland “seasonal” mushrooms), or the turbot, which was properly poached however obscured in an excessive amount of uncooked fennel. However the black sea bass, that outdated New York locavore favourite, was crisped in delicate little fillets and brightened with cardamom and candy inexperienced tomatoes, and Refslund’s scrumptious model of arctic char (served over a mass of buttery winter leeks mingled with capers and sherry vinegar) is itself definitely worth the worth of admission.
Acme is already being gang-rushed by hordes of trendy, newly transformed downtown locavores, and if Refslund and his cooks can maintain up underneath the strain, their cooking ought to solely enhance when the extra bountiful spring and summer season months roll round. Within the meantime, these of you who don’t have a style for boutique root greens can take consolation within the deceptively ingenious home desserts. These embrace puffy Danish doughnuts scattered with powdered sugar, an ingenious dish referred to as Fallen Fruits (dried pears set over a mattress of ice and a biting wheatgrass granita), and a bowl of diaphanously skinny chocolate crisps which are caught, like a plume of feathers, right into a wealthy chocolate ganache. If you need to select one, nevertheless, make it the impressed Scandinavian-style beer-and-bread porridge, which mixes the entire parts of the proper winter dessert (salty sweetness, heat pudding softness, the faint kick of booze) in a single bowl.
*This text has been corrected to point out that Mads Refslund is Danish, not Norwegian, and that he was a co-founder of Noma.
Acme
9 Nice Jones St., nr. Lafayette St.; 212-203-2121
Hours: Dinner Sunday by means of Wednesday 6 p.m. to 11 p.m., Thursday by means of Saturday till midnight.
Costs: Appetizers, $10 to $15; entrées, $20 to $30.
Ultimate Meal: Roasted sunchokes or Pearl Barley and Clams, arctic char or Hen & Eggs, beer-and-bread porridge.
Notice: In case you’re within the temper for a forager-cuisine cocktail, think about the Upstate Affair, made with vodka, inexperienced apples, celery juice, and dandelion.
Scratchpad: One star for the ingenious hunter-gatherer menu and one other for the scrumptious seasonal desserts.
Acme
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Acme
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Acme
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