You either love this kind of stuff, or you hate it. My own tastes aren't very haute; if I went to a place like this, I expect I'd need to go to a simple burger joint afterwards to have a real meal. It all does look undeniably pretty, and I respect the work that went into it. That said, the best description of this sort of cooking is up its own ass. I'll make an exception for restaurants like the now-defunct Moto, which approached the molecular-gastronomy end of haute cuisine with a sense of fun and playfulness. Based on documentaries I've seen, Moto somehow took the pretentious and made it unpretentious without descending into crass self-parody. I really wish I'd gone there at least once before Chef Homaru Cantu committed suicide.
Noma, the restaurant featured above, is why we have movies like "The Menu."
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