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I don't know where to begin to comment on New Wave cooking, which may be the most extraordinary thing ever. (And would be even more extraordinary if done wearing an energy dome.) Science in the service of succulence! Deconstructed meals made by the diner! Dishes (e.g. sea urchin napoleons) that annihilate course distinctions! Forays into forbidden flavor combinatorics!
All this is a lot like when I used to mix and eat every liquid (and some solids) in the lunchroom. I, for one, am glad there is a name for this. I would certainly go to wd~50, say. I hope gelatinous martinis die the death they deserve, though.
Oh, and another salvo fired in the war to prove that grad school is a horrible fuckup.