My husband and I just took a cab home from the Lower East Side in light but chilly rain. We married each other (Quaker style) two years ago today at a restaurant in Philadelphia. Tonight, we treated ourselves to the tasting menu at WD-50. Trying to describe the sensory experience, I came up with this comparison:

Eating Wylie Dufresne's culinary concoctions is equal to seeing Ennio Morricone at Radio City Music Hall.

Sensory magnificence.