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Alder

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157 Second Ave., New York, NY 10003 40.729746 -73.987244
nr. 10th St.  See Map | Subway Directions Hopstop Popup
212-539-1900 Send to Phone

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  • Cuisine: Gastropub
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    Key to Prices and ratings

    Upscale
    • Almost Perfect
    • Exceptional
    • Generally Excellent
    • Very Good
    • Good
    Cheap Eats
    • Best in Category
    • Excellent
    • Delicious
    • Very Good
    • Noteworthy
    • Very Expensive
    • Expensive
    • Moderate
    • Cheap
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Official Website

aldernyc.com

Hours

Daily, 6pm-11pm

Nearby Subway Stops

6 at Astor Pl.; L at Third Ave.

Prices

$9-$24

Payment Methods

American Express, Discover, MasterCard, Visa

Alcohol

  • Full Bar

Reservations

Recommended

Profile

Like all great experimental artists, Wylie Dufresne has had times, during the course of his long and storied ­career, when he has strived so mightily to stay ahead of the curve that he’s ­ended up being ever so slightly behind it. Alder, which opened not long ago in a dimly lit bolt-hole of a space on lower ­Second Avenue, appears to have been ­designed to remedy this problem in one fell swoop. Unlike at Dufresne’s influential but increasingly overstudied flagship establishment, wd-50, the menu at this casual, modernist “public house” is clean and economical (no dish costs over $24). The understated, minimalist façade bears a striking ­resemblance to the popular ­Momofuku franchises in the neighborhood, and the décor (brick walls painted a bunker gray, slats of reclaimed wood in the rafters, a bar built for eating as well as drinking) looks as if it had been designed by David Chang himself.

The food, also, seems to have been composed by Dufresne and his executive chef, Jon Bignelli, with that distinctively Changian combination of comfort and high-angle technique in mind. There are no steamed pork buns on the menu at Alder, but you can enjoy an interesting interpretation of pigs in a blanket, made with Chinese sausages instead of hot dogs and served with dabs of esoteric Japanese mustard. Unlike most salmon tartare, the one here is plated with a delicate cloud of horseradish cream, under a dome of fresh green avocado. Dufresne’s interpretation of New England clam chowder is as creamy and comforting as anything you’ll find in the chowder shacks around Boston, but instead of being served with standard oyster crackers, it’s sprinkled with actual oysters, which have been dehydrated and fried for an extra, crackly crunch.

At wd-50, in recent years, you could sense the chefs laboring mightily to come up with their next molecular-­gastronomic trick, but at Alder, most of the cooking has a refreshingly seamless quality to it. The crostini are made with thin slips of pumpernickel and topped with shreds of kale and pearly spoonfuls of trout roe touched with ponzu. The de rigueur barnyard egg dish is composed of a single, beautifully poached egg floating with assorted artisanal Japanese mushrooms in a bowl of delicious sherry consommé (dappled with drops of tarragon oil), and if you order the classic foie gras terrine, it arrives at the table carved, ingeniously, in the shape of a fried egg (with  a ring of poached apple and Chartreuse-flavored yogurt in the middle) over a small, gently toasted English muffin.

Some of the larger, entrée-style dishes at Alder don’t pack this kind of elegantly concentrated punch, but most of them (fried quail with banana curry for $20,  a dense oxtail stew with spicy carrot slaw for $23) are a relative bargain. In accordance with the fashions of the day, there are plenty of archly named cocktails (try the rye-based Dr. Dave’s ’Scrip Pad) and an interesting, if slightly spare, selection of new-millennium comfort-food desserts. My vanilla ice cream was drizzled with red-pepper oil, and the excellent banana-and-toffee banoffee tart (since replaced by a dehydrated-cherry cheesecake) is feathered with banana chips. If you’re in the mood for adventure, however, call for the root-beer pudding, which tastes of root beer, of course, and whipped country cream, all mingled together with smoked cashews.

Note

This former no-reservations joint now takes them online. 

Ideal Meal

Pumpernickel crostini, clam chowder, foie gras terrine, fried quail, root-beer pudding. 

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