A CUT ABOVE: The Kobe beef flatiron steak at KO Prime is a winner.
KO stands for Ken Oringer, of Clio, Uni, Toro, and La Verdad. Now he’s been brought in to do an American steakhouse to replace the elaborate Spire in the Nine Zero Hotel. Given Oringer’s history with Japanese-style portions and sensibility, I was a little nervous about him doing a steakhouse (think: porcelain doll in a corral full of wild bulls). It was unwarranted; Oringer and on-site chef Jamie Bissonnette (formerly of Eastern Standard) have made an excellent restaurant, though the price point does make an old consumer reporter worry about the details. The only surprising drawback I encountered was the lack of a signature steak. Fortunately, I have a few suggestions.
|Ko Prime | 90 Tremont Street (Nine Zero Hotel), Boston | Open Mon–Fri, 6:30–10:30 am, 11:30 am–2 pm, and 5:30–10 pm; Sat, 8 am–2 am and 5:30–10 pm; and Sun, 8 am–2 pm and 5:30–9:30 pm | AE, MC, VI | Full bar | Valet parking, $16 | Street level access via bosworth street and elevator | 617.772.0202|
The upscale, earthy tone is set the moment you walk in the door: Spire’s blue and silver scrims have been tossed, replaced by iconic steakhouse reds and blacks, oversize wineglasses and flatware, and steak knives proportioned for professional football players. The carpet, too, draws you in with what looks to be cowhide, with the hair left on. It’s plush and keeps the noise down. Above, the ceiling is made of circular cutouts, which reveal portions of Grant Wood’s American Gothic: iconic heartland beef imagery, but with a postmodern presentation.
You’ll start glowing at the breadbasket, with its superb artisanal multi-grain, French, and sourdough rye. The appetizer of bone marrow ($11) is already a buzz item here. It brings three nice soup bones loaded with marrow, a garnish of “oxtail jam” (an intensely beefy flavor to cut the richness of the marrow), and grain mustard. Seared terrine of foie gras ($19) is more familiar, but the flavor, subtly enhanced by browning and an herbal undertone, is not. It’s garnished with a tower of sliced, stewed rhubarb and a square of what tastes like rhubarb paper. The fried-crab special ($16) benefited from soft-shell crab, and was complemented by heirloom tomatoes and salad.
Don’t allow the more unusual items to distract you from those that are tried and true; the market-green salad ($12) here is full of surprises: purslane, basil, tarragon, mitsuba, radishes, micro-green beans, a long wiggly shave of carrot, and lots of edible flowers.
Our first taste of Japanese-type beef, a Wagyu beef tartare ($19), was shredded with capers and pickles, with a raw-egg-yolk garnish in a nearly intact shell. Despite visual and textural appeal, the subtleties of Wagyu beef tend to vanish in this preparation. (Carpaccio may be a more effective fusion.) The lobster bisque ($14) was also a bit of a disappointment; it was creamy and rich but too subtly flavored by lobster, pepper, and tarragon. By the time the waiter poured it out of a pitcher into a shallow bowl with a little island of lobster meat and crème frâiche, it wasn’t very hot soup, either.