Thank you so much Maître D’ for unlimited access to Moss experience.
Super deep, cold contrasts with directional lighting. Graininess as usual.
Designed to bring together the interior and exterior. Lava rock, meet Merlot.
An inviting space that shares many textures already found in Moss’ backyard.
A menu as pure as the chef’s tunnel vision for absolute quality control.
With undisturbed concentration, they barely realized I was among them.
Ugh, that plating precision. Scallop ceviche. Eryngii mushroom broth.
Tomato and sea truffle. “I can do this all day,” said Captain America.
They told me not to leave the country until I tried the Icelandic beef.
Why yes, I will take my medium rare loin on that Daniel Boone log.
Macaroons served on a bed of moss next to pine cones and leaves.
Damn, that presentation and black lava salt is giving me withdrawals.
I’m At A Party
I Don’t Wanna Be At
Before Moss, I felt anything beyond a 3-course meal was insulting to the art of cuisine and a total waste of food… Mind officially changed. I am now commuting around New York, salivating for my next 7-course meal. Where the hell have I been all my life?
It is only a matter of time before the new Moss receives its first Michelin Star. Attention to detail across the board. Discreet, pressed wardrobe for the servers. Cozy interior design colors, from furniture to linens. The weight of its hard cover menu. Standards.
Meanwhile, Dinero and Hudson Yards have had multiple playdates this summer. I have been yearning for the past year to release Story 56, featuring the most expensive real estate development in United States history. Let us see what all the hoopla is about.