Schwa ruined every single outstanding food experience I’ve had. Every aspect of the meal, from the progression, creativity, service and quality of ingredients, makes other prix fixe restaurants look silly and pretentious. They make it seem so effortless and random.
The only disappointment I have is that Chef Carlson wasn’t in the kitchen that night. Obviously I got deprived of a photo op, my well-toned arms wrapped tightly around him. I would’ve posted that pic on Facebook so hard alongside my other expertly composed food pics. Didn’t matter, my experience that night couldn’t have been better.
My meal was very similar to xlrbnc’s:
Templeton Rye Manhattan with Chocolate Cherry. Apple soda and Oxalis shots in the background.
The photos are heavily edited from a phone, by the way. Not trying to be artsy or anything. It just turned out that way when I applied the I-would-like-to-see-something-anything setting. I’d rather do naked jumping jacks in dining rooms than use flash.
Tom Kha Gai
Ooh warm gelatin. After my first bite, the gel by itself, I got a bit worried because it was almost unpalatably salty and had an overwhelming lemongrass flavor. Having every spoonful with at least one of the garnishes makes it balanced. My favorite bite had a mushroom pickled with lime. The gel needs something acidic (pickled mushrooms), herbal (cilantro shoots) or just plain bland but texturally interesting (basil seeds, coconut noodle). Luckily, they are all available for you to play with.
Quail Egg Raviolo
Sex.
Cinnamon Tortelloni
There were small splashes of cinnamon-infused water that makes everything on the plate smell and taste subtly of cinnamon. The puree and pasta filling seemed heavy this early in the meal but the little orb on the right lifts everything back up. It was filled with a slightly acidic liquid and pops when bitten/poked with a fork.
Dark Chocolate / White Chocolate Beets
We were told to have the dark chocolate first. It was actually a hollowed out beet filled with chocolate, cooked firm and still juicy. The “white chocolate” was indeed white chocolate, although I expected it to be something else entirely, such as iguana eyeball or something along those lines. It was much chewier and contrasted against the almost crunchy dark version. Visual, textural, and flavor contrasts, presented in two innocuous bites. They are screwing with me.
Fluke, Grand Marnier Cake, Sunchokes
At some point this dish almost overwhelmed, as if I’d eaten a fistful of orange peel but the sunchoke puree and sweet crunchy bits, which turned out to be candied olives after asking the server, toned that down. Fluke was perfectly seared.
Figs and Sweetbreads
The fig puree on the sides of the bowl was thick and sweet like jam, but intense spicing kept it securely in savory territory. The sweetbread nuggets were deep fried simply like popcorn chicken. Very memorable and wish I could identify the other elements and aromatics in the bowl.
Chestnut Gnochetti, Brussel Sprouts, Persimmons
Thanks to xlrbnc’s notes, I now know that these were made with chestnut. The earthy flavor was really subtle and I had guessed that buckwheat flour was used. That delicious persimmon puree is the key to this dish. At this point I was overly giddy and making my dining companion uncomfortable. My favorite dish of the night.
Venison, Cardamom Marshmallow, Gingerbread
There were two seemingly incongruous sides to this dish. On the left, seared venison loin, and on the right, torched cardamom marshmallow and toasted gingerbread crumbs. It almost seemed like it had to be eaten left to right as a transition to dessert, but a small portion from each side in equal amounts works exceptionally well.
Parsnip Horchata / Parsnip Krispy Treats
The horchata by itself was bland. The crisps by itself was cloying. You have to eat the two together. YOU HAVE TO.
Palate cleanser was ice wine and vinegar sorbet. I wanted to discuss the origin and production methods of the vinegar with the server but he walked away.
French onion soup on a stick
A soup on a stick was served as the cheese course. Again they are screwing with my head.
Chamomile Sorbet, Honeycomb crumble
A light and a perfect ending. Every spoonful seemed to just disappear in my mouth.