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Restaurant review: Brushstroke

David Bouley's kaiseki restaurant, years in the making, proves worth the wait.

 (Photograph: Jakob N. Layman)
Photograph: Jakob N. LaymanBrushstrokePork cheeks with green apple puree
 (Photograph: Jakob N. Layman)
Photograph: Jakob N. LaymanBrushstrokeDuck breast with charred eggplant
 (Photograph: Jakob N. Layman)
Photograph: Jakob N. LaymanBrushstrokeBrushstroke
 (Photograph: Jakob N. Layman)
Photograph: Jakob N. LaymanBrushstrokeBrushstroke
 (Photograph: Jakob N. Layman)
Photograph: Jakob N. LaymanBrushstrokeBrushstroke
By Jay Cheshes |

New York chefs, particularly of the haute French persuasion, have long held a special affinity for Japanese cooking—inspired by its Zen seasonality, its spare and delicate plating, its reverence for the finest things from land and sea.

It was only a matter of time before they bowed out of the kitchen entirely. Like Quentin Tarantino highlighting his favorite Hong Kong directors, a few have started importing chefs they admire from across the Pacific and opening restaurants for them right here in NYC.

David Bouley, following in the footsteps of Jean-Georges Vongerichten (who in 2008 brought the Matsushita brothers of Tokyo to his now shuttered Matsugen), recently launched his first such curatorial effort—the long-delayed Brushstroke, just across the street from his fine-dining flagship, Bouley.

The restaurant, a collaboration with Osaka's Tsuji Cooking Academy, brings kaiseki cuisine—the intricate, formal multicourse meals at the pinnacle of haute Japanese cooking—into a surprisingly relaxed and accessible setting. Bouley puts the remarkable cuisine of young chef Isao Yamada at the fore here, and hasn't muddied the waters by getting too hands-on with the place. The chefs, designers, head bartender and hostesses are all Japanese—and promisingly, for that matter, so are quite a few patrons.

The space, by Tokyo design stars Super Potato, features an artful mix of the serene and playful—blond wood walls in the dining room giving way in an adjoining lounge (a cramped waiting room, really) to 25,000 paperback books stacked pages out so they resemble crisscrossing planks. Despite the clean, elegant cooking, there's great energy to the place—to its breezy service and jazz soundtrack, to the furious (but silent) rush in the huge open kitchen.

Yamada, brought west from Fukuoka in 2005, has spent his years in New York developing recipes for this long-promised restaurant—testing the 5,000 seasonal dishes now rotating nightly through the eight- and ten-course tasting menus (the sushi and other la carte nibbles available next door in the minuscule lounge don't do justice to this chef's ambitions).

The dishes, gorgeously plated on handmade Japanese stoneware, flow like parts of a symphony, from muted petals of raw kombu-wrapped sea bass one night to a rich and restorative black truffle custard, with crab underneath and sweet mirin on top. A feast here builds toward a subtle climax, asparagus tips with pristine lobes of uni leading to silky black cod with watercress sauce and crumbled pistachios. Beautiful pink slivered duck breast with smoky charred eggplant yields to earthy stewed pork cheeks (an inspired swap for ubiquitous belly) with cider reduction and green apple puree.

The best chefs in America owe a great deal to the kaiseki traditions at play here—our most modern tasting menus are born of their ancient rhythms. In keeping with the basic tenets of this culinary art form, Yamada's savory procession concludes with a rice dish—your choice of either top-notch chirashi (sashimi arranged like a garden on warm vinegared rice) or seafood and rice cooked on a stove top in a clay casserole (the great crusty grains, on a recent evening, hiding a simple, delicious mix of lobster meat and salmon roe).

Delicate creamy soy-milk panna cotta, followed by evanescent sugared rice cakes, wraps things up here with a whisper. Peering into the busy kitchen after that very last bite, you may be expecting a curtain call. It's an impressive performance—culinary Kabuki—priced and paced like a Broadway show.


Eat this: Eight ($85) or ten ($135) course tasting menu (the selections change frequently)

Drink this: Begin with a light and refreshing shochu cocktail in the lounge, like the Red Velvet Apricot with fresh apricot jam ($16). A big bottle of crisp cool Echigo rice beer ($10) will get you through the first few courses. Rich honeyed Hibiki whiskey ($16) may encourage you to linger past dessert.

Sit here: The lounge is too small and uncomfortable for anything more than a drink and a snack. In the main dining room, request a seat at the kitchen counter for a front-row view of the chefs at work.

Conversation piece: Brushstroke grew out of conversations begun in the 1990s between David Bouley (who first visited Japan in 1996) and Yoshiki Tsuji, head of the Tsuji Cooking Academy. After bringing Isao Yamada to New York, Bouley began serving Japanese dishes at his casual outpost, Upstairs at Bouley. Last year he launched a test run for Brushstroke in that space, featuring an abbreviated form of the restaurant's kaiseki cooking.

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30 Hudson St at Duane St (212-791-3771). Subway: 1, 2, 3 to Chambers St. Mon--Sat 5:30--10pm. Prix fixe: $85--$135.

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