If you’ve never heard of Iron Chef Morimoto, you probably don’t deserve to taste the exquisite dishes he has on the menu at the New York restaurant bearing his name. We had been to Morimoto’s for lunch several years ago and fell in love with the place. My wife took me there for my birthday dinner during our recent dream trip to New York and it was as good, if not better, than I remembered it being.

I’m sure the raw food movement folks would approve of my choices at Morimoto’s. I began with a diver scallop carpaccio, served cerviche style, which means the scallops, cut into wafer thin slices, were marinated in a citrus base, likely lime juice. The dish came with a foam atop it that added a wonderfully whimsical touch. Finding the scallop slices amidst the remnants of foam was an adventure, but each one tasted better than the last, I was very sorry when I was done with this dish. Continue reading “Morimoto’s in New York — an exquisite dining experience, especially for my birthday” →