Scenes from the Hurricane Club, New 'Polynesian' in Flatiron
The Hurricane Club is an odd duck--meant to be a fun revival of old-school, faux Polynesian food and drink, it ends up seeming more all-inclusive-beach-resort than anything else. The cocktails make some tiki references, but are mainly too sweet and weak to make an impression, the food is served in large, fry-heavy portions--it's tasty enough but not particularly clever or memorable. The restaurant might serve just fine as a stop on an evening out, but as a destination for food and drink--as of now-- it's not much worth a visit, except for the glittery spectacle of the place.
Is anyone else disappointed that this pu-pu platter ($28) is not served on a pu pu platter? Isn't the fire in the center part of the whole kitschy point? But these snacks were the best food we sampled that night--the hot green Korean chiles stuffed with pork and deep-fried are particularly delicious, as are the Sriracha-spiked deviled eggs.
Shanghai lobster noodles fra diavolo sounded like an odd and compelling fusion, but it's actually just a bowl of very tame fra diavolo sauce with a few bits of lobster and gummy noodles. We asked for Sriracha.
360 Park Avenue South