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  • Hung Ry

  • Chinese $12-$20
  • 55 Bond St.
    New York, NY 10012
  • Neighborhood: East Village
  • Phone: 212-677-4864
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This venue is closed. If you take the noodles out of Chinatown, do you take Chinatown out of the noodles? Happily, in the case of the winningly low-key Hung Ry, the answer is a resounding No. Despite suspicious amenities like comparatively palatial surroundings, uniformly warm and gracious service, and a well-priced, appealingly offbeat wine list, Hung Ry is serving righteous Lanzhou-style noodles that are as good as any within slinging distance of Confucius Plaza.

The mellow vibe of the room is quasi-industrial but cozy, with scavenger-chic décor (church-pew seating, university-library chairs), and conspicuously ecofriendly, down to the reusable cotton hand towels and refillable bottles of filtered water.

These might be the only noodles in New York, and maybe anywhere, made from organic flour, and the meats that populate the soups come from top-notch local purveyors. They’re a lot pricier than anything you’d find on Eldridge Street, of course, but still a bargain—the broths are uniformly rich and deeply flavored, the portions more than generous, and in their inclusion of off-cuts, the soups stay true in spirit to the peasant food that inspired them.

Take, for instance, Hung Ry’s braised veal-cheek soup with pan-seared slices of calf’s liver, dime-sized disks of marrow, and thin, almost crunchy slivers of Japanese sweet potato—it’s as daringly nose-to-tail as any Chinatown concoction, but looks downright refined in its Limoges bowl. Ditto the robust beef brisket, tripe, and beef-cheek variety. Both of these soups are terrific, but slightly overshadowed by the sumptuous duck soup, which combines slices of rosy pink breast fanned out across the surface, with morsels of duck leg in a warmly spiced, russet broth that’s sweetened with roasted red pepper and garnished with jalapeño. A seafood option combines lobster and sea trout with hen-of-the-woods mushrooms; a vegetarian version deposits what seems to be an entire week’s CSA share into a sweet squash broth. And merely inhaling the soothing fragrance of the “black feather chicken” soup, fortified with a soft-cooked egg and winter greens, could cure a bad cold.

The only problem with the tender, batter-fried squid, garnished with guajillo-chile paste and pumpkin seeds, is that you’re tempted to keep ordering it, at the expense of the excellent monkfish liver, with its rich, foie gras–like texture and faint hint of the sea, or tender morsels of lamb with crispy cauliflower in fermented-black-bean jus, or cubes of short rib lathered with daikon foam. Even a winter-vegetable plate distinguishes itself, the beets dotted with toasted pumpkin seeds, soft carrots sprinkled with julienned apple, and pickled radishes zapped with spicy mustard.

All you need to know about dessert is the (secretly dairy-free) chocolate ice cream, enriched with coconut milk. It’s not, as far as we know, indigenous to Lanzhou, or Fujian, or even Noho, for that matter. But, like Hung Ry itself, we’re happy to have discovered it.

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    American Express MasterCard Visa

  • Special Features

    Take-Out Good for Groups Private Dining/Party Space Late-Night Dining

  • Alcohol

    Beer and Wine Only Sake and Soju

  • Reservations

    Accepted/Not Necessary

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