Review
The name Momofuku—as in David Chang’s epochal East Village restaurant—means “lucky peach” in Japanese. And Má Pêche means not “my peach” in French, as you might suppose, but “mother peach” in Vietnamese-French pidgin. more →
The name Momofuku—as in David Chang’s epochal East Village restaurant—means “lucky peach” in Japanese. And Má Pêche means not “my peach” in French, as you might suppose, but “mother peach” in Vietnamese-French pidgin. more →
It is a strange feeling, sitting in Má Pêche on a Friday night, well underneath Midtown in the basement of the Chambers Hotel, Modest Mouse playing at half volume on the stereo system as people drink wine and talk and stab at sticky pork ribs with chopsticks. more →
Raw bar, ribs, snails, frisée salad, rice noodles, steak frites, pork chop, trout, Beef Seven Ways.
Power lunching in Midtown Manhattan had always been a game of chicken among restaurateurs demanding exorbitant sums of cash and the expense-account elite confident or dumb enough to pay them. more →
The $29 steak; the beef tasting if and when they reduce the requirement to four people from six.
X marks the spot where David Chang fell to earth. more →
Má Pêche may be the first David Chang restaurant well suited for entertaining even the most noise-averse—watered down, like a Las Vegas outpost, for mass appeal. more →
Beef Seven Ways, pork ribs, rice noodles with pork, Bev Eggleston pork chop
The great downtown chef’s first midtown venture loses something in translation. more →
Wild Burgundy snails or pork ribs, fried cauliflower with mint, steak-frites, spicy cassava chips.