I had never heard of Momofuku before they opened a restaurant in my town. But it seemed they came with their own reputation. And a lot of hype. Thought I'd try to get my hat on their stand and see what all the fuss was about. That's what I thought. Turns out that was one hard nut to crack.
The stress of near-impossible reservations, credit card deposit and "if you're not here within 15 minutes you lose your spot", and a large complex with inadequate signage was not a great way to set the scene. Seriously, Star, your 'wayfinding' sucks.
Momofuku itself was great. I loved watching the open kitchen, with all their meticulous prep and labels and all. There were tables away from the kitchen and I think those people miss out. The music sets a relaxed and fun vibe.
The staff were awesome. They knew their stuff. And the waitstaff were ninjas. That's not racist; that's a metaphor. They literally snuck up, cleared your plates and set your next lot of cutlery without you noticing. They are figuratively ninjas. (Besides, some of them were white. Who's racist now?)
The hype: I would not have ventured to the casino for an expensive meal were it not for blogger-hype. So perhaps the hype was a good thing. But only because the place and the food lived up to it.
A 10-course lunch (plus donut course) set us back $100 for food, and $60 for matched drinks. Some drinks go across two or three courses, so that's five drinks all up, with a mix of sake, wine and cider.
Final verdict would be that it's worth trying, as it's a lovely experience and they do really interesting dishes. But I don't know that I'd call it a 'must-try' experience. So, if you can't get a reservation: there are plenty of other great places to try your luck on.
Enter via the back entrance to the casino (i.e. Pyrmont St).