I have a friend who looks at the restaurant scene with an eye that’s nearly as jaded as his palate. That he’s more often right than wrong only reinforces his belief that his jadedness isn’t a knee-jerk reaction but a reasonable response to much of what’s passed off as new. Leery of self-promoting chefs and manufactured food trends, he also disdains the fact that so many new places are laissez-faire when it comes to reservations and dress codes and hawkish when it comes to blasting music. And he laments the disappearance of the white-linen restaurant—“a civilized place where you can think and talk and, you know, dine. I know, I sound like a fuddy-duddy. I hate that. I hate that so many of these places make me feel that way.”
I knew my friend would cast a dim eye back at 2012, so I took him to dinner one night to find out how dim.
“Hell of a year,” he said, the sarcasm as thick as the demi-glace on my hanger steak.
Looked at from a certain angle, his Champagne-glass-half-full cynicism isn’t without justification. Think about the most important restaurant to debut this year. Think hard.
The best I could come up with was the Adams Morgan bistro Mintwood Place, which—despite the deft cross-cultural experimentations of chef Cedric Maupillier and the imprimatur of an official Obama visit—insists on remaining a low-key neighborhood joint.
Some of the biggest names in the industry retrenched or retreated. The four-star restaurant Citronelle shuttered in July, citing damage from a summer flood; though chef Michel Richard told the Washington Post in October that the restaurant would return in spring 2013, speculation is rife that Richard, long at odds with Georgetown’s Latham Hotel, may be looking to land elsewhere rather than reopen there. The chef’s biggest project of 2012? A spinoff of his Penn Quarter bistro, Central—in Atlantic City.
The restaurant 2941, a gaudy vestige of dot-com excess in Falls Church, didn’t close, but the massive overhaul of the three-star destination—Bertrand Chemel, a disciple of French master Daniel Boulud, has been tasked with turning out a casual, Mediterranean-style small-plates menu—amounted to a wave of the starched white napkin.
Hedging proved an even hotter concept than farm-to-table. Ashok Bajaj didn’t launch a new venture; he doubled down on an existing idea by opening a spinoff of Rasika in DC’s West End. Jamie Leeds did the same, expanding her oyster-bar empire with a Capitol Hill version of Hank’s. (Her innovation: adding dessert plus some cocktails and house-made sodas.) Chef Jamie Stachowski returned, but with a Georgetown butcher shop, not a restaurant. In Old Town, Cathal and Meshelle Armstrong opened a new place, Society Fair, that’s more market than cafe. And in Arlington, the couple cleverly maximized real estate by bunking a second branch of Eamonn’s, their Dublin-style fish-and-chips joint, with a bar, TNT, for mixologist Todd Thrasher to concoct his potions. (For more on TNT, see page 151.) Bryan Voltaggio continued to tweak plans for Range, his ambitious follow-up to Volt (slated to open in Chevy Chase in early December); he chose to extend his reach in the meantime with a soup-and-sandwich spot (Lunchbox), and a glorified diner (Family Meal), both close to Volt in Frederick.
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It was a year in which the old hierarchies appeared to have collapsed, possibly for good. But with that collapse has come a new fluidity and new ideas—creative, often unorthodox approaches to doing business that are unexpectedly altering the landscape.
No veteran restaurateur showed a keener grasp of the way the lines are being re-drawn than José Andrés, who while planning spinoff restaurants at home and abroad and preparing to relaunch Minibar, rolled out a food truck, Pepe (see page 148)—thereby erasing the line between the establishment and the mobile-restaurant insurgency and, perhaps, inspiring his fellow chefs to broaden their reach.
Some trucks, seizing on their grassroots popularity, became brick-and-mortar restaurants. Porcmobile opened Kangaroo Boxing Club in Columbia Heights’ newly bustling 11th Street corridor. Tacos El Chilango, the customer-lauded Arlington food truck, installed a taqueria a block north of U Street. Much fanfare greeted the September arrival in Northeast DC of Union Market (see page 149), a collective whose food stalls, among them the excellent Rappahannock Oyster Bar, benefit from joining together under one roof—the entrepreneurial spirit of the food truck writ large.
Minimalism wasn’t a statement but a necessity for many restaurateurs in a sluggish economy. The U Street corridor’s Izakaya Seki and Columbia Heights’ El Chucho offered the raw vitality of demo recording tracks at their unvarnished best. One of the unlikeliest hits of the year was Menomale in DC’s Brookland, where restaurants (let alone good restaurants) are scarce—yet its Neapolitan pies often surpassed those of such upper Northwest DC vets as 2 Amys and Comet Ping Pong.
The stripped-down, still-signless Little Serow, a Thai restaurant near Dupont Circle from Komi’s Johnny Monis, not only proved that a pedigreed chef can turn out an upscale version of an exotic cuisine without preening self-congratulation; it also smudged the line between fine dining and ethnic dining as never before.
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