The Japanese are masters of presentation, and for lovers of interior and food design, Morimoto is a place to see these sensibilities translate. As Chloe, EJM and myself walked into the restaurant for Chloe’s birthday meal, the entryway caught our attention, the red drapes reminiscent of those hanging outside humble ramen-yas, but on a much grander scale. A screen of glass bottles setting apart the waiting and dining areas, is also Japanese-inspired but co-opted to fit Morimoto’s industrial chic decor. The oversized white and blond wood seats reminded me of tatamis, only more comfortable. The bathroom had a fall motif, with branches of orange maple set within an aqua plexiglass enclosure that seemed to go on forever. We knew that this was a place for dinner theatre.
Consider the tofu, as white and bland as soy beancurd rightfully should be. The twist here is that the tofu is made table-side, with the server bringing over a tagine-like pot of liquid soy milk, mixing some coagulant, muttering some magic words, and opening the pot with a flourish some 7 minutes later to find a silken mass of nutty tofu. Topped with bracing wasabi, soy sauce and a sweetish lobster ankake sauce (carrot, sweet potato, daikon? I have no clue what I ate), it was a light start to the night.
Duck, duck, duck was another beautifully presented dish, with roasted duck done two ways. The lean duck breast was sandwiched between a croissant slathered with foie gras butter, while the leg was simply served on its own with slightly fattier meat and a golden skin. Besides the use of foie gras and croissant, the chefs did not reinvent the wheel, and the dish tasted similar to Peking roast duck, complete with scallions and thinly sliced cucumbers. Amongst the trio of sauces – including a barely cooked duck egg – was a miso based paste that tasted uncannily like the hoi sin sauce served alongside the Peking variant.
Compared to the theatrical setting, menu offerings were pretty ordinary but well done in general. EJM’s sushi platter was generous to a fault and the quality of the fish was high, the fish tasting fresh, creamy and delicate tasting although the rice could have been a little stickier. Of note was the fluffy tamago that had the texture of japanese souffle cheesecake. We noted however, that seasoning tended to be heavy handed, especially in the very pedestrian chicken ramen soup, where we resorted to diluting the soup with tea, and Chloe’s seafood tobanyaki, packed full of shellfish and crusteceans cooked simply in a claypot, was so overwhelmed with salt that I could not taste the seafood.
For a fancy restaurant, Morimoto’s serving sizes are big, bordering on huge. While I completely endorse unpretensious portions, that also left us with no room for dessert. But along with the check came a dish with small desserts and a birthday wish scrawled across the plate, courtesy of the restaurant who found out about Chloe’s birthday. It was a sweet ending indeed.
Morimoto
88 10th Ave (Between 15th and 16th St)