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That time of the year has come once again to praise...and to damn! Adjacent week I volition extol those dishes that have delighted me the most over the last 12 months, just at present information technology is my sad task to mention those that provoked disgust, dishes so bad that fifty-fifty ane bite was also much. These oft occur when a faddish ingredient is abused, equally we shall see with ocean urchin. Sometimes it happens when an otherwise good or even great chef makes a massive mistake in sentence. In fact, many of the restaurants that turned out these monstrosities are well worth eating in despite these disasters — those that haven't already gone out of business organisation, that is.

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Os Marrow at Ducks Eatery — Bone marrow is an unctuous viand on its own, which is why a skillful roasting and a few pieces of toast should be the extent of the dish. At Ducks Eatery in the East Village, the recipe, now removed from the carte du jour, involved melting ricotta over the top and dotting the bones with oysters — wasting bivalves and making the marrow bones wait and gustation repulsive. Too bad, considering I'd get to Ducks anytime for the fried duck and waffles or the Tuesday night smoked brisket.

Sea Urchin Pizza at Prova — Sea urchin is best served plain and fresh in the Japanese manner with a few drops of soy sauce, or in the Sicilian manner over linguine. But when Prova put it on a Neapolitan pie, one lobe to a quadrant, and squirted thick squid ink all around it, flavoring the pie with fresh mint and lemon zest, they created a memorably awful production. R.I.P. Prova.

Mezze at Jams — The term "mezze' is significant with Middle Eastern meaning, cogent an opulent assortment of bread dips and salads which turn a pile of warm pitas into one of the world's greatest informal meals. Not so at the new version of Jams, which was to its original evocation in the 1980s as a reanimated corpse is to a live person. Now it'south off the menu, but in the early on months the entrée called mezze was a couple of poorly grilled vegetables, an indifferent grain salad, a squirt of tahini, and little else.

Foie Gras Banh Mi at Dirty French — Yep, even the Torrisi boys can sometimes stumble and fall face-downwardly in the mud. That was the case with their vain attempt to luxuriate the stuffed Vietnamese baguette that's 1 of the few happy results of French colonialism in Indochina. As with ocean urchin, foie gras is all-time enjoyed apparently, with perhaps a smear of fruit preserves and a glass of sauternes. Here the fatty liver is buried in a morass of other ingredients, so that information technology might as well exist liverwurst.

[The sage credibility at Dominique Ansel Kitchen by Krieger]

Lobster Thermidor at Oleanders — Again a hotel eating place is guilty of atrocities (equally at Jams and Dirty French, which also reside in hostelries). Here the biggest problem is the lobster thermidor, a dish invented in French republic by Auguste Escoffier in the tardily 19 ^thursday century, and traditionally made by tossing lobster meat with cognac and egg yolks, and so fitting it back into the crustacean'south shell. At Oleanders, the hapless creature is engulfed in gooey cheese, which makes the meat tough and obliterates its delicate flavour.

Surf and Turf Ringlet at Sushi Roxx — Maki rolls are the refuge of mediocre sushi parlors and salad bars, and Sushi Roxx — a quasi-Japanese raw-fish establishment with a Vegas-fashion floor show — provides no exception. The whorl in question tops a rice cylinder blimp with shrimp tempura, snowfall crab, and avocado with slices of indifferent roast beeflike you might find in a mediocre deli. Flavored with yuzu miso, the thing is a standoff of bland flavors at less than ane mile per hour, resulting in harm just to your wallet.

Caprese Salad at Via Della Pace Pizza — Named afterward the sunny isle of Capri, a caprese salad is such a uncomplicated thing: a ball of mozzarella with sliced cherry-red ripe tomatoes, busy with basil and drizzled with olive oil and perhaps some vinegar. Why gum it upwardly by using a half tomato that tastes like information technology was pulled from the fridge, pesto instead of basil, and a nest of fried vermicelli? Instead of mood elevating, the issue is deeply depressing.

Tuna Poke at Makana — I'thou a large fan of about aspects of Hawaiian cooking, merely I'll never sympathize Makana'south have on poke salad, the isle answer to ceviche. Cubes of perfectly good raw tuna are inundated in Russian dressing (which means a mixture of ketchup and mayo), and while this mixture may be good on a burger, on raw fish information technology sucks.

Balderdash Penis at Kenka — Let's forget for a moment all the negative associations you may have with bulls and penises, and just consider the texture and flavour. Taste-wise, it smacks of nothing, similar gnawing on a giant piece of gristle or a rubber bath toy. The texture is bouncy and gelatinous, chewy without engendering the desire to eat. And the yellow sauce, which might be mustard mixed with mayo, or it might be...oh, nevermind!

Sage Smoked Moist Brownie at Dominique Ansel Kitchen — A rich chocolate credibility for dessert is one of those things so wonderful, that any tinkering is a fault. In this instance, the dense fudge smells similar someone abandoned it in a burning house, and the sage volition remind you of Thanksgiving stuffing. Ansel is one of the urban center's greatest pastry innovators, and it'southward natural that he should run off the rails one time in a while, right?

More culinary disasters:

• Sietsema's ten Worst Dishes of 2013
• Sietsema's 10 Worst Dishes of 2014

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Source: https://ny.eater.com/2015/12/7/9864404/sietsema-worst-dishes

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