On Wednesday we finally made it to dinner at Aska, a tiny little pop-up Scandinavian restaurant in the place Frej once was (which has since graduated to big boy digs in the East Village). The food (a tasting menu) was spectacular; the presentation gorgeous. M. is friends with the beverage director so he brought out a delicious digestif — essentially, homemade Fernet made from some sort of root that the staff found on a foraging trip (I mean of course they did). “It wasn’t labor-intensive to make,” he said. “But the whole digging-it-out-of-the-ground thing — that was.”
Go. Make your reservations. And long may the Noma diaspora reign.