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Chef Johnny Monis at Litte Serow in Washington, D.C.

Chef Johnny Monis at Litte Serow in Washington, D.C.

Have you heard the one about the five restaurant critics who walk into a bar?

That was the scene last month, when I traveled to Washington, D.C., to attend the Association of Food Journalists conference. My colleagues descended on the city’s restaurants like gourmet locusts, gathering in swarms to sample all of the latest, hottest spots in town.

I found myself without my game stomach on — more interested in catching up with old friends rather than passing around beautiful plates of foie gras and squab, trying to detect the hints of licorice root and bee pollen. I wasn’t going to jump through any hoops to get into the must-visit restaurant.

Except one.

Little Serow is a dim, brick-walled basement space that barely seats 20 people. In an earlier age, it might have been a jazz club. Instead, it is a Thai restaurant that serves a weekly-changing seven-course menu for $45. It takes no reservations, so customers begin lining up at 4:30 in hopes of getting a spot for sometime in the evening.

I was intrigued because Little Serow belongs to an emerging genre of dining that I’ve started to call “badass Asian.” These restaurants serve dishes that are as often as not whacked-out love letters to Asian cooking as they are faithful examples of Japanese, Korean or Thai dishes. They may be run by Asian immigrants, Asian-Americans or non-Asian Americans: doesn’t matter. Some notable national examples are Pok Pok (Portland, Oregon, and New York), which explores regional Thai cooking, and Mission Chinese (San Francisco, New York), which serves kung pao pastrami, among other dishes.

In Atlanta, we’ve got Octopus Bar — the East Atlanta Village patio restaurant where chef Angus Brown prepares sea urchin pasta, fried river crabs and other items starting at 10 p.m. nightly.

The food at B.A. Asian places promises to be fearless. Every time you walk into one of these restaurants you hear the silent rejoinder to that waiter who tried to steer you away from the not-translated back page of a menu with “Americans don’t like this.”

It may be startlingly spicy, or it may revel in the off bits like gelatinous beef tendon, chewy cock’s comb or bony (yes) duck’s tongue.

At its best, B.A. Asian is instructive, using flavors and ingredients that Americans relate to to show how Eastern cuisines build complex flavors with broths, herbs, chilies and the umami notes of dried and fermented fish.

That’s what chef Johnny Monis at Little Serow does. Monis, who traveled extensively in Thailand to learn the cooking, starts you with herbs, raw vegetables and puffed pork rinds to crunch your brain to attention. He then builds the spice level through the meal; the chilies seem to pry the flavors open. Som tum khao pod — a salad of raw corn and dried shrimp — offers a cheerful, easygoing contrast of sweetness and umami. Laap chiang mai has such a porky, caramel depth to the flavors that you don’t notice the heat has been ratcheted up further. Then comes an explosive dish called khao tod — crispy-fried rice cakes, peanuts and mint — that takes your tongue in many well-plotted directions.

Monis chooses, wisely I think, to take the dare out of the Thai dining experience. You don’t go here to crunch on tiny bird bones or eat blood cakes; it’s all about the layering of flavors. This meal was well worth our efforts — a half hour in line, then two hours cooling our heels in a nearby coffee shop, waiting for a phone text when the table opened.

I think I first became aware of B.A. Asian in a similarly cramped and unprepossessing restaurant several years ago. Before David Chang had a Momofuku empire — with restaurants from New York to Sydney and Toronto — he had one corridor-thin noodle bar in the East Village of Manhattan. At the time, Chang was making a name for his bacon-broth ramen noodles and pork belly buns. I remember going and being so thrilled with strange deliciousness of this place that I came back the next day. Talk about not acting like a restaurant critic.

The noodle bar has since decamped to a larger space up the street, and the original sliver of space has was rechristened as Momofuku Ko in 2008. Customers now gather at the counter for a two-hour extravaganza of 15 or more courses hand-delivered by the chefs. The cost is $125 at night, and you’ve got to jump on the online reservation site precisely a week in advance to score a seat.

I booked a seat for one on my last trip to New York, and found myself starting an epic meal one Thursday night at 9:30, with a nice headhunter from Calgary as my de facto man date.

While the food at Ko is as refined as any in New York, you can still taste its B.A. Asian roots. Beef tartare here comes not with capers, but the saline funk of oyster foam — startling and honestly a little gross at first bite, but then canny in the way it makes you appreciate the dueling flavors of blood and fat in the meat.

A bowl of riesling jelly, pine nut brittle and lychee fruit gets a mountain of frozen foie gras shaved over the top with a rasp. It collapses in your mouth like cotton candy. That feeling of food “happening” is, I think, one of the hallmarks of B.A. Asian.

It ended up being quite a long meal, and by the time the 48-hour cooked short rib with peach and onion came, I felt like I had been there nearly as long. But I appreciated the global perspective of this food and the quietly subversive way the kitchen built flavors. B.A. Asian restaurants are upending the old order.

- by John Kessler for the Food & More blog

14 comments Add your comment


October 15th, 2012
3:36 pm

I do believe “hipsters” would eat cat turds poached in sea urchin pee if some “exclusive” place charged at least $125 for it. Just so they could be seen doing so.


October 15th, 2012
4:50 pm

Kessler? Does he write restaurant reviews for the ajc?

BA Asian sounds like a Bourdain-Zimmerman drinking game. Or haute couture that’s more conceptual than for the 99% retail restaurant experience.


October 15th, 2012
7:46 pm

I choose to take a slightly different perspective… Once and a while, our beloved AJC critic gets to shake the AJC piggy bank, which lately has more washers than quarters, and gets to take a trip to some “exotic” destination for which in recompense, he has to report back… It bothers me not that JK’s “review” is just as much about a place “afar” as a place “locale”… After all, what do I know I know? I’m one of those OTP interlopers anyway. Thanks for the JK; I enjoyed it!!


October 15th, 2012
10:44 pm

Don’t get me wrong, I thoroughly enjoy reading about these places, and John’s writing style is always entertaining. I’m just not a fan of the fad du jour.


October 16th, 2012
1:10 am

Well damn Edward, we finally agree on something. Time to buy a lotto ticket!!!!!!!!!!


October 16th, 2012
9:36 am

Mr. Kessler, your description is becoming……overwrought: Beef tartare here comes not with capers, but the saline funk of oyster foam — startling and honestly a little gross at first bite, but then canny in the way it makes you appreciate the dueling flavors of blood and fat in the meat. Saline funk anyone? I have great appreciation for a big and bold vocabulary, just take it down a notch or three.


October 16th, 2012
9:49 am

Edward, truth and humor in the same pithy post. You made me literally laugh out loud. :-)

Bilal Malik

October 16th, 2012
2:03 pm

It’s a nice experience. I really love eating. It’s so refreshing to hear about a restaurant that can serve foods that fixed with your appetite.


October 16th, 2012
2:38 pm

We all know what a fashion victim is right?

From Wikipedia: “Fashion Victim is a term claimed to have been coined by Oscar de la Renta that is used to identify a person who is unable to identify commonly recognized boundaries of style.
Fashion victims are victims because they are vulnerable to faddishness and materialism, two of the widely recognized excesses of fashion, and consequently are at the mercy of society’s prejudices or of the commercial interest of the fashion industry, or of both. According to Versace, “When a woman alters her look too much from season to season, she becomes a fashion victim.”

This post leads me to believe that Kessler has veered into becoming a “foodie victim.” Two hours worth of collapsing foam, funky smells and frozen (just for the sake of being frozen?) whatever. Wouldn’t that get boring too?


October 16th, 2012
4:31 pm

Sir John, please weigh in. This blog has evoked some interesting responses which seem less than enthused about your subject matter. Particularly Bilal Malik’s input which leads me to think he’s either been smoking something illegal or left important words out as it is basically senseless.

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October 16th, 2012
11:10 pm

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October 17th, 2012
5:11 pm

Lizzy……..Leave Malik alone. He is out on a 3 day pass. My guess he is off his meds while he is home! He has done this in the past and we all give him a little room to enjoy the things that are restricted in the nervous hospital.


October 18th, 2012
9:41 am

Baltisraul, too funny! I’m glad you clued me in! Now I’d like to know why Sir John K won’t comment on our comments……

John Kessler

October 18th, 2012
11:21 am

thanks for reading