Occasionally I put on my Asian Girl Hat and obsess over really cute things. Then I throw that hat away in disgust and go back to thinking about steaks and motorcycles and owning a sheep ranch in Carmel with Clint Eastwood.
This is a time when I keep that hat on, and compile a list of the most adorably-named celebrity chef restaurants that I’ve ever come across. The list has nothing to do with the quality of the food, the prestige of the chef, or even the ambience of the restaurant. The only criterion is: will the name make a five year old light up in unbridled joy?
La Tour d’Argent sure doesn’t (unless you’re a French baby who loves .) Le Petit Prince
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This is either a diminutive French nickname for someone named Jean, or a pop singer from the Aughts, or the name of a very determined fire truck who just wants to prove he’s as good as the other trucks.
This could very easily be a mass-produced children’s book that teaches children the alphabet using food. Since it’s a Jean-Georges kitchen, though, it would probably be a bit more high-brow. “A is for abignades, with goose blood and tummy. B is for bordeaux, so bodied and yummy.” And so forth.
The Walrus and the Carpenter
It already takes its name from a children’s poem that’s an extended metaphor for religion or socialism or something, but the staff of The Walrus And The Carpenter in Seattle also look like they are walrus-carpenters.
It’s a tiny bar with tiny, critically renowned food on tiny plates. Enough said.
The Girl and the Goat
This restaurant sounds like a story! Gather ‘round, children.
Once upon a time, Stephanie Izard tied a bright green ribbon around her pet goat and together they skipped over hill and dale to the village to buy food for dinner. The kindly grocer laughed as he shooed Stephanie’s goat away from his flowerbeds, the milkman praised the goat for keeping her horns so dainty and clean, and the fishmonger exclaimed that the goat wore a beautiful ribbon.
And then Stephanie slaughtered the goat, hacked off its stomach, and made a delicious goat confit with bourbon butter, a lobster-and-crab hash, and fennel. The villagers loved it.
frog n snail
I have to admit that I was slightly disappointed by the photos of Dale Levitski’s second Chicago restaurant. Not that the minimal decor and casual atmosphere were off-putting, but from the name alone I expected one of those riotous, bucolic garden parties from a Victorian children’s novel, where you sit on tuffets made of grass and sip tea out of acorn caps while nibbling violet petit-fours off cloverleaf plates with the grasshopper from an e.e. cummings’ poem.
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