After many missed opportunities, I finally tried Perry St. during restaurant week in New York City last year. The prix fixe menu for lunch is a tremendous value for the caliber of food. My omelette was perfect cooked as demonstrated by the sensuously soft and tender texture. It was as close as I have seen egg cooked to the texture of custard without actually being a custard. Its execution was sadly tainted by the lack of basic seasoning.
The entree that followed, ginger rice bowl, lifted my spirit and instantly became the highlight of my meal. With its spicy, creamy sauce and bundles of pickled chilis, adding to a salivating summery dish. The poached egg was also perfectly executed. The lone downside was by the time I got to desert, I was already so full from the previous two dishes that I didn't get to properly enjoy my chocolate pudding with crystallized violets.
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