I got this book because I figured it'd be fun to read. Which it is, but it's also gotten be exited about cooking again. Not that you can really reproduce most of the recipes directly, but variations on them are interesting and easy and fun. ( )

Haven't really cooked from it. I live in the middle of the desert and most ingredients are inaccessible to me. It's still enjoyable to leaf through and read. ( )

This is the book we've been waiting for. I could have done with less editorial comment & narrative (-1 star) but these are the recipes that we salivate for when anyone mentions Momofuku.

Pork belly, pork shoulder, ramen, ramen base, pickles, saam... from Noodle Bar, Saam, & Ko; it is all here, and I want to eat most all of it..

I do not want to have to make it, except the pork belly & pork shoulder, because I want easy food.

The recipes are not so easy because they take quite a few original handmade fresh sauces.

The format might have been easier to read & follow in a larger font with only the actual recipe on the page omitting the narration from the previous page.

The photos are gorgeous and made me drool, longing for just a taste (or several) of the presented offerings. ( )

What got me to sit down for a long read (although I'd only planned to browse through it casually) was that it opens up like a quest story: the quest for a then-English tutor living in Japan, to find a master (shi fu) to teach him the secrets arts of making ramen. Then the usual hurdles he and his growing team faced as they first opened up the Momofuku Noodle Bar... But then-- bam. They're successful and famous. (It happens so fast, but I guess that's real life for you.) Because they'd started cooking the things they liked, and not what they were expected to cook, as a Japanese restaurant.

This is exactly the type of cuisine I want to try my hand at: strongly Asian-influenced but infused and delivered with that American attitude. It inspired me to start writing down ingredients to buy, so I can surprise my Chinese boyfriend with how great I am. I want to see his eyes pop open wide with amazement, and make his tastebuds sing. And that's exactly the thing about this book: it hints at culinary alchemy, like if you just follow the recipe and put this and this together, and though it looks simple enough, you'll get something unexpected and magical.

BUT this book isn't for the beginner like me, it's more for the already proficient home cooks looking to break out of their comfort zones. So this makes me curse my ineptitude in the kitchen. Plus a lot of pork products aren't easily available where I live. :( I will, however, try the famous ginger scallion sauce, which looks simple enough. And you know what's better than this book? (or at least, a good supplement) Blogs about this book. Like one reviewer said, this is like the Julia Child of Asian cooking. And I found a couple of Julie and Julia's on the Internet. Their entries are more beginner-friendly, and the photos are beautiful. I am SO going to try the Milk Bar, and the Crack Pie... Gaahr I want a pork bun right now. Gotta love food writing (on blogs) that gets you reaching for your spatula. ( )

A great devil-may-care chefbook. Notable for pork belly/pork buns recipe. ( )

Interesting reading, but less interesting recipes for a two person family. I may get it from the library when planning a party, however, or dinner for a group. ( )

This book suffers from some of the same things I have noticed before with high end cooking.

The book is in 3 parts each detailing 1 of his 3 restaurants:

Noodle bar; a low brow eatery with highly flavoured food. Simple and tasty. I really loved that part.

ssäm bar; middle brow restaurant. Had some good things, but for the rest, no

Ko; high brow restaurant in with the dictates of culinary fashion. Boring, no fun, no flavour.

If I were to live in New York I'd go out of my way to eat at Noodle bar. But the other two? Don't think so.

The problem for me with high end cooking is that what food gains in refinement it loses in taste and they all offer more or less the same food.

I have eaten at starred restaurants and I have yet to have a reaaly good meal there.

I came to Momofuku as a relatively beginning cook (despite my middle age) and an intermediate foodie, and suspected that the recipes from David Chang’s acclaimed group of NYC restaurants would be over my head. I was right -- as they will be for all but the most adventurous and experienced cooks. But recipes aren’t the only aspect to this book -- it’s also a memoir of Chang’s path from happy noodle-eater/unhappy office-worker through cooking school and apprenticeships to award-winning chef and restaurateur.

In fact, straightforward recipes are fairly rare in this book. Rather, they’re tutorials -- each step is a paragraph about process and technique, and I’m already a better cook (and restaurant patron) just for having read them. The book itself is trademark Clarkson-Potter (think Barefoot Contessa and Martha Stewart books) -- smooth, heavy pages filled with full-color photographs of food, the restaurants, diners and staff -- many of which evoke a sense of motion and hectic energy. That energy is reinforced by Chang’s conversational text, including profanity (which feels seamless and characterizing) and absolute gems of instruction. For example, for a pan-roasted rib eye (a do-able recipe), Chang advises to “Season the steak liberally with salt -- like you’d salt a sidewalk in New York in the winter,” and, after cooking, to “Let the steak rest. Just leave it the hell alone”; about removing the fat from pigskin in the process of making pork rinds (not a do-able recipe): “Scrape gently but with determination.”

Recommended for uber-motivated -- and armchair -- cooks. ( )