My excessive Tuesday evening began with a trip to the Downtown Dream Hotel, a place that I had previously yet to frequent (pictured left). And as I laid eyes on the Matrix-y porthole facade, I welcomed the feeling that this was going to be an experience. The restaurant itself is on the first floor, and I was led to my table through a dark door and down into an even darker lounge space. And because the kitchen had just opened, I was quite literally the only one there (aside from a quiet bartender). So I waited for my $500 pizza to be made the only way I knew how — when I'm alone in a nearly lightless nautical-disco room bumping with hiphop tunes — by drinking a $19 margarita and Snapchatting.
My major concern going into the actual consumption was how the hell I was going to get an actual slice into my mouth. The center of the pie was fused together with an avocado rose that had been filled with caviar, so understandably unnerving to dismantle. After deliberating with myself, I went at it the old knife and fork route. It was only after the fact, when chatting with Chef Michael Armstrong, I was alerted to the fact that the classic "NYC pizza fold" would have worked just as well. All eating methods aside, I managed to successfully stuff down two slices — and those two slices were unexpectedly flavorful. The mango was sweet, the avocado was limey, the caviar was smooth and salty, the black truffles and créme fraîche were creamy, the lobster tasted like lobster, and I did detect an afterthought of very expensive tequila shots.
But as Chef Michael expressed, Bodega Negra and Patrón's goal were to create something special, extravagant, high end, and expensive in honor of National Margarita Day — and in that, they definitely succeeded. That being said, the pizza was given to me FOC (as part of a media tasting) and I will not be shelling out 5-hundo on anything (let alone an open-faced quesadilla) anytime soon.