Jeffrey Chodorow Is Thinking Of Your Death

When Jeffrey Chodorow stopped by our table at his newly opened Wild Salmon, he proudly pointed heavenly to the shoal of golden salmon swimming, as noted, semenly upstream on the ceiling. Choad, like a proud father, told us the fishes were injection-molded copper. His eyes shining under the reflection of 249 fish, Chodorow confessed the fish had cost more than Kobe Club's Damocles-like swords. So imagine our sense of betrayal when we read the Choad has "assured" New York's Gael Greene that "They're plastic, so you can't possibly be killed if one falls on your head." Well, which is it, Chodorow? A quick call to the restaurant confirms our worst fears. The fish are extruded plastic finished in metallic copper. But there's more perfidy than we thought. After four hours of calling nearly every medical examiner on the Eastern seaboard, we're pretty sure a four pound fish falling 22 ft would indeed kill somebody. So, j'accuse, Chodorow. You SO CAN possibly be killed. —josh

Wild Salmon: Chodorow Does Fish

In the same cavernous space that held the inappropriately named English is Italian (turns out English is the New Failure), Jeffrey Chodorow's newest restaurant Wild Salmon opens to the public today, Good Friday. Last night, So-So Thursday, we tried it out. It seems to be a Chodorow signature these days to have weird whatnots hanging from the ceiling. Instead of Kobe Club's swords, Wild Salmon features a school of 249 copper injection-mold salmon hanging by fishing line from the ceiling. Caught in the wild race upstream, the mildly abstracted fish bring to mind gilded spermatazoa. One is surprised not to find a giant ovum on one end of the restaurant. More »