Noodle Pudding. If you saw that name in most places, you'd be like - gross. But somehow the Brooklyn Heights staple made it work, and for many years. I think at one point the food was very good and so the name didn't really matter - at least it was memorable. But all that has changed, and now the Henry Street landmark has come back around full circle to put the caliber of the restaurant back on par with its cheesy name.
Having not been there in several years, I took a date there for Valentine's Day, 2019. To my credit, I suggested we leave after taking in the dozens of tacky red balloons which were floating on strings over the dining area, coupled with cheesy heart stickers all over the walls and bad lighting. It did not feel like the romantic ambiance I was looking for and was already an anticlimactic buzz kill as I was looking forward to revisiting what I remembered to be a pretty solid Italian joint. Moral of the story part 1: follow your gut. You know, the "blink" mentality - it works. We should have left.
Instead, we stuck around and ordered an endive/goat cheese/arugula salad, burrata, pappardelle with braised short rid, and a Valentine's Day special, heart-shaped beet/squash ravioli. We also ordered a local Cabernet Franc from the Finger Lakes - from Red Hook Winery - the highlight of our meal.
Endives are strong and bitter, and delicious. But you have to know how to use them, and how to balance flavors. Noodle Pudding didn't get the memo, and clumsily sliced whole endives rather than peeling the leaves off, so that the taste overpowered everything, even the arugula. It was just a pretentious mix assembled without any discerning taste. Then came the burrata - served so cold it could have been out of the freezer. When I complained to the waitress, she said, "oh, it's supposed to be served that way." I assured her it was not, and, to his credit, the chef later came out and apologized, and agreed that burrata should be served warm, or room temperature at a minimum. The heart-shaped ravioli was an embarrassment - the flavor was mediocre, and I think there were about 7 ravioli on the plate - and not even heart-shaped, but circular. They were slathered with a heavy cream sauce that was just wrong on so many levels. The pappardelle was a little better, although the portions were small and the pasta was cooked a minute or two past al dente. Was I really at Noodle Pudding? About three-quarters of our way through the meal, someone realized that they should at least pretend to have a romantic setting, so they dimmed the lights. A small comfort after I spent half the night grabbing balloon strings that were floating by my head and swinging them out of the way.
Still, the tasteless food and cheesy ambiance didn't seem to deter the Valentine's Day crowd, who for whatever reason were still lining up at the door. You can't teach taste - and maybe an established restaurant has enough cache to make people think they're eating someplace special - but Noodle Pudding was anything but. Although I didn't use the restroom, my date did, and she told me they had bad Yelp reviews lining the hall outside the bathroom in some attempt at being ironic. It was ironic, indeed, but not in the way they had intended. I was completely floored at what a tacky, mediocre experience this old neighborhood gem has turned out to be. read more