Surrender

Jean-Georges is back, and rocking you like a hurricane:

His latest restaurant, Perry St., which opened on the westernmost fringe of the West Village this month, has been cast as his attempt to reconnect with what brought him all the acclaim and fame - to pare down the theater, jettison the shtick and cook. It has a back-to-the-basics feel, like an acoustic disc from a singer-songwriter returning from a prolonged dalliance in the thunderous realm of power pop.

You may want to linger over that last sentence. Some web loompah even used it as the callout on the DI/DO home. So Perry Street is JGV's Nebraska? Or like if  Bun E. Carlos had released his own Texas Campfire Tapes? Back to basics, like when " frisée provided a bed not for bacon and a poached egg, but for pickled peach and crystallized wasabi"? Confusing. Evidently, keeping it real is a more exalted undertaking when you are Jean-Gorges Vongerichten. A visit to the JGV homepage does not help much--the visitor is greeted by bumpalicious, yet maudlin aural wallpaper  from one "Messj." If there had been a funeral in Zoolander, this would have been the music. Most folks left the embedded musical webpage to the geneaology buffs back in the 90s, but not Jean-Gorges. Based on this selection, I hope Bruni remembered to bring his ipod.

Comments

[la_depressionada]

i do approve (greatly) of the color scheme.