Molecular gastronomy took artsy fartsy eating to a new level; it’s the ultimate flashbang postmodernist dining experience, with lots of dry ice for drama, things that go pop in your mouth, jellies, spheres, and all the while, a vaguely annoying sense of eating a great deal and spending a lot of money but getting hungrier rather than full.
All the usual suspects are in evidence at Bo Innovation, a small restaurant tucked away on the second floor of a busy side street in Wan Chai in Hong Kong. Alvin Yeung is not the first
The dining room was full on a weekday night, but one doesn’t have to spend three hours on the phone trying to make a reservation, as with the Fat Duck, or pay a non-refundable deposit. There’s no dress code, and the dining room strikes just the right balance between being shimmery enough to impress a dinner date and casual enough to not be suffocating.
But this is most definitely not the place to go for the kind of hearty, chopstick-clattering Cantonese meal that we tend to think of as typical of Hong Kong. The service is essentially Western, with aperitifs on the terrace followed by offers of still and sparkling water, and a fairly interesting wine list.
Was it worth HK$850, though? Almost regretfully, I have to say that it was. I badly wanted to dislike a place that bills its food as “X-Treme Chinese Cuisine” (yes, spelled like that) and its chef as a “Demon Chef” and make fun of its molecular pretensions; but there is some solid, thoughtful artistry going on behind the conception of its dishes, and flair and craftsmanship in the execution.
Given the surroundings it seems like a place where tourists can get fleeced; but no, that’s Tsim Sha Tsui. The ideal sort of person who’d get the joke, so to speak, at Bo Innovation (because molecular gastronomy is one big inside joke, after all) is someone who understands the vernacular of fine Western-style dining but grew up with and loves modern Chinese food: rather like the chef, who grew up in HK, trained in London, then returned to open in Wan Chai.
Who else but a Chinese food lover, after all, would get the pun that is a xiao long bao that is not made with dough but is a perfect sphere of liquid that bursts in the mouth like an egg yolk? Or foie gras that is charred in the manner of Cantonese roast meats and accompanied by sweet-salty ice cream flavored with pickled vegetables? Tomatoes stewed with aged Chinese vinegar? Or a pineapple dessert that riffs on your average hopia, filled instead with homemade pineapple iced custard and a cup of warm pineapple milk on the side?
But part of what makes a good chef is knowing when to stop fooling around and give people something substantial to eat, and the main courses were suitably restrained: just very well-executed slabs of roast suckling pig or langoustines or pigeon, as good as you’d find in any high-end Chinese restaurant.
But the fact that Bo Innovation pulls it off so well is proof that the West, especially the tight-knit fraternity of chefs like Heston Blumental, Thomas Keller and Grant Achatz, et al., doesn’t have the monopoly on doing clever and strange things with food and reminding us that gastronomy is as much an art form as any other. And it’s also yummy, and worth a detour the next time you’re in HK. Forget the roast goose, and try something very, very different.
Bo Innovation is at 18 Ship St., Wan Chai, Hong Kong; tel. +852 28508371.