“Modern cheesecake” at the Bar Room at The Modern. Photo by C-M.
Today, Richard Lacayo, over at Looking Around, was kind enough to take this lowly blogger out for some splashy grub at the Bar Room at The Modern, MoMA’s super fancy restaurant. It’s always exciting to eat a multiple-course meal that didn’t emerge from a microwave. But this lunch was especially memorable for its artly-named dishes.
Being high-falutin’ artsy fartsies, we just had to have the so-called Modern liverwurst (as opposed to Fauviste liverwurst, which still clings to its Impressionist leanings), austerely presented with four types of pickled vegetables. After this, we enjoyed pork belly and duck confit, which were delicious, despite the lack of art names. To polish off the meal, however, the Modern cheesecake, pictured above, was in order. We did, briefly, take issue with it being called “Modern.” The sliver of vanilla bean was all form, no function. And the whole presentation, with mango ice cream and almond crumble, just reeked of deconstructivism—more Gehry than Van der Rohe. But to what will no doubt be MoMA’s great relief, Richard and I were very forgiving of the faulty labeling, and ate the whole damn thing.
In totally unrelated news: check out this video, which I say is art, and which is much shorter than anything by Matthew Barney. (Via Hargo.)
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