That's the line Jonathan Kauffman walks in today's "Eat" review of Thermidor for SF Weekly, "Rocking the Retro."
It's hard for me to know how the dishes on Thermidor's menu resonate with the generations that bookend mine (and the chef's, for that matter). Diners in their sixties may have eaten chicken Kiev at their wedding receptions, but by the late 1970s it was a cheap, greasy frozen dinner staple. Meanwhile, diners in their early twenties may have never heard of scallops Newburg or Moscow Mules, which read to me as culinary kitsch. And yet, despite my wariness, my first encounter with Binn and Jorgensen's mid-20th-century cuisine brought back a pleasurable jolt of time regained.Read Kauffman in full at SFWeekly.com. Manhattan optional.
And for an extra hit of retro, check out Lara Hata's Thermidor slide show.